multitude monday

for gentle breezes that lift billowy kites to the heavens,

for colorful kites to fly,

watching children at play,

and the waves that pound upon the shore--

for morning sun that bathes a hydrangea in its warmth,

for the dew that sparkles like a million diamonds,

for old churches where our heritages were forged,

For our ancestors who prayed so diligently for us--

For mission trips,

And helping hands--

For all of these I give grateful thanks.

#'s 11-20 in connection with

photo credits

My friend Marianne's grandson Jack-

a hydrangea in my yard

a picture of an old church in NW Arkansas

a picture my granddaughter took in Africa on a mission trip