Small Blessing

Before I forget the sweetness of God in yet another way, while we were at the cottage, Magdalene's son, a master carpenter, visited and built a stairway and series of decks, so she could traverse the rocks down to the water's edge more easily.

One morning our Peter went over and stood watching him. Before I knew it, Magdalene's Peter had our boy fetching tools, and by the time we left, he was drilling into rock, and cutting with a jigsaw. We have a picture of the set of stairs they two had completed, artistically tucked into the rocky side of the cottage.