Over my head, I hear music in the air. Over my head, I hear music in the air. Over my head, I hear music in the air. There must be a God somewhere.
Actually, what I’ve been hearing overhead today is a result of roofing contractors who are here replacing our storm-damaged roof! They began their work yesterday, but I didn’t notice the noise then. I was outside yesterday. Weeding. Picking strawberries. Mowing.
Today, I’ve been inside. Cleaning strawberries. Making phone calls. Doing church work. Pondering. Or at least trying to.
Today, I’ve been hearing the ph-thut of nail guns and the loud plops as bundles of shingles are moved from the stack to their needed location. I think it’s the shaking of the whole house that distracts me the most.
But now it is lunchtime. Ahhh! Silence never sounded so good!
Seriously though, Mr. Pat and I decided yesterday that we would surprise our roofing crew with homemade strawberry shortcake this afternoon. He made the shortcakes while I cleaned the berries. Our treat to the crew for their amazingly thorough and conscientious work on our roof.
The smiles on their faces was priceless! There was apparent joy in the receiving. You just can’t beat homemade and homegrown.
And there was joy in the giving, too. Appreciation for the labor. Thankfulness for the harvest. Always enough to share the love.
Over my head, I hear music in the air. Over my head, I hear music in the air. Over my head, I hear music in the air. There must be a God somewhere!
Grace and peace … --Pastor Pat