Receiving some March winds, combined with the cooler temperature, reminded me that winter has not completely left us.

Pretty day, though, decided best to look at it through the front window, rather that stress out the body. 

New meds seem to be working better than the old, although the side effects are taking some getting used to – we shall see, expensive little guys so if the effects are worse than the symptoms will go back to the other.  I think.

Psalm 66:2-4  Sing forth the honour of his name: make his praise glorious.

³ Say unto God, How terrible art thou in thy works! through the greatness of thy power shall thine enemies submit themselves unto thee.

⁴ All the earth shall worship thee, and shall sing unto thee; they shall sing to thy name. Selah.

That Grand Old Hymn, How Great thou art:

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the works Thy hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Chorus:
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!

Carla took me up to the clinic this morning, afterwards we walked out the door and as we looked across the Columbia with the Klickitats greened up and the sky a clear blue, this gracious old hymn came to mind.

That is my prayer!

Later, Art :-)