When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say
It is well. It is well with my soul"
Watched the sun play peek-a-boo with the clouds. Poked dead fish with sticks.
Followed the 'sea billows' far out on the water as they came nearer and nearer
and then diminished into greyish foam at the waters edge.
It was one of those nights spent with my boy that I want to remember fo always.
By the way we had a wonderful weekend at the Living Education Retreat! More to come......