10am Sunday Mass is about 25 minutes away, at St. Michael Parish in Snohomish. There are lots of young families there and afterward, the priest calls the school age children to come forward for a “blessing of the backpacks”. The prayer includes blessings for parents, teachers, and families at the beginning of the school year. Another lively, praying community.
At Mass, the liturgical music is exceptionally well done, which helps me enter in to prayer. Also, my eyes are repeatedly drawn to the lush bouquets of flowers decorating the sanctuary. This one is in front of the altar.
We walk around downtown, and I take more photos of flowers.
Antique furnishings abound in the Cabbage Patch Restaurant where we lunch . . .
. . . even in the ladies’ room!
After lunch we explore one antique store downtown and would like to investigate more, but a wave of exhaustion hits me, so we return to the apartment. After a refreshing nap, I find Doug reading by the lake and join him.
We reverence the Creator of Sunsets by savoring the fleeting colors and shapes He shows us this evening. Once again, we are unable to capture in a mere image the dazzling displays before us.
Our host sees us and offers to take a photo of the two of us with the sunset.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the firmament proclaims the works of his hands. Day unto day pours forth speech; night unto night whispers knowledge. There is no speech, no words; their voice is not heard; A report goes forth through all the earth, their messages, to the ends of the world.
-Psalm 19: 1-5
Inundated with Love 