I didn't do so well blogging in May.
I wrote a post called "Taking Criticism." I sort of alluded to the idea of writing a companion post called "Giving Criticism." I can't get excited about writing it, though.
We give criticism all the time, and we would do well to think about whether we are doing it appropriately or well. Somehow, we don't seem to notice when we give criticism as much as we notice when we receive it. So maybe I will write that post. Maybe tomorrow.
June arrived here cold and rainy. I don't mind. It felt wonderful to pull socks onto my feet this morning. It is a good day for tea and blankets, naps and novels. DJ is asking for coffee. I'll brew up a pot of strong stuff, relishing the aroma.
This morning I studied Ephesians 1 with a beautiful little group of women. I got to hold a baby, too, a gorgeous one. And she didn't cry, even though her mama left the house for a few minutes!
It's Friday. It's June. And despite the rain, my peonies are still mostly upright, thanks to a marvelous staking job by my husband and the bountiful grace of God.