“For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night,
but joy comes with the morning”
“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing,
you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,
that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!”
The crepe myrtle in front of Butch’s workshop is still hanging on to its pretty blooms!