I have found myself a little melancholic this week after learning the new owners of our foreclosed home are changing everything I liked about it, even the special things I added to it. I know the house is no longer mine, that they can do as they please, but still it hurts. It's one of those weeks when I would dearly love to have direct and personal comfort from God, hence the picture of the angel delivering flowers. There are times when I'd like a note from God on my pillow telling me how He loves me. Actually I do have that, it's God's Word. It is more than enough. Be happy, I tell myself for the plentiful toad stools and moss that flourish in this little house under the weeping willow. My Creator made them also. Still flowers and maybe even a heart shaped box of chocolates would go a long way.