16 Tammuz
July 16th
Dearest Diary;
I woke up at
daybreak to the full throated song of a nightingale. Waves of peace stole over
me as it sang so exultantly and warm golden rays of sunlight were streaming
through the window beckoning me to go out into the misty freshness. Soon the
torrid heat that hangs over this part of the country in summertime may be upon
us, but this early morning it is sweet and refreshing out. I knelt beside one of Aunt Elsa Bet’s sheltered
rosebushes and plucked off faded blossoms and yellowed leaves. Just as I leaned
forward to draw in the heady fragrance of red flower and marvel at the jewel
like dew drop on its petals, I felt movement. It was just a small twinge but
I’m sure my face lit up with joy. My hand pressed lovingly against the spot,
and soon I felt another faint flutter. The Baby lives! He moves! I felt so in
tune with nature. All around me was the beauty of creation and within me, oh,
within me was the most marvelous Creation of all. Without pausing to think who
might hear me I lifted my hands heavenward and an unwritten psalm of adoration
and praise spilled from my lips. Holy,
Holy, Holy! How magnificent art thou oh, Lord!
These weeks of
being in kindly old Zachariah’s home are gliding by in such a swift and happy
manner. I’m becoming fortified to face the anxieties and concerns that I must
endure once I return to the village.
I think it was
Adonai’s will that I have this little interlude.
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