"Fair are the lilies that weather the storm."
Amy Carmichael poem
It started out a beautiful, cool morning, and I headed out to a country meat market to buy bacon for company that's coming. The blue sky and a bank of bright tiger lilies caught my eye, so I stopped and noticed the clouds begin to rapidly move. I sat and watched the storm approach.
"Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm." (Anonymous)