Beautiful day, beautiful music at church. We did have to endure several choruses with trumpet and strings accompaniment, but it was all forgotten with the choir's special, beginning with a solo from a young lady with an amazing voice and ending with an arrangment of "Spirit of the Living God, Fall Fresh on Me."
A nice change today was the sermon by "Brother Billy." Our pastor had knee surgery, so we had a guest speaker. I had seen this man welcoming us at the door, but it wasn't until he started to speak that I realized that he was the one who does the closing prayer many times. I find myself looking forward to those prayers, which are mini-sermons in themselves. He will start off with something like, "Now you know I love you, God..." and commence to just have a conversation with God. I thoroughly enjoyed this sermon. I believe he is a retired pastor with a lot of the "fire and brimstone" characteristics of earlier times. Daddy would absolutely have loved sitting in church listening to him; in fact, when we sang, "The Old Rugged Cross," I could almost hear Daddy's voice and feel his presence.
As I mentioned, the sun is shining, and all's right with the world - except I have 8 hours of work ahead of me. But that's not an entirely bad thing. I'm happy to have a job. I saw just the teeniest pale green leaves of my fluffy white clematis on the way in awhile ago. It looked like just a bundle of brown vines, but it never fails to come to life again. February does that to you - gives you that promise of spring - not immediately - but not as far away as it used to be.