Paul speaking: ‘ We have a spirit of adoption so we can cry Abba, Father. And if we are God’s children we are joint heirs with Christ,… and I reckon that this suffering now can’t be compared to the glory we will experience with Abba/ Father.’
Romans 8: 15-18 ( Sandy’s understanding.)
We left Lake Di Dabbiaco with long shadows creeping down over it from all around and it was ‘arrivedercito’ to Italy and a short drive to a quiet legal, free spot near Mittewald, Southern Austria.
There was gravel extraction nearby and early in the morning trucks rumbled across thick wooden planks covering a bridge.
That morning I took these two photographs, both show hard work providing the mountains’ gifts to us.
We were soon in Lienz with a campsite providing all facilities.
The surrounding area has many good cycling paths.
Time to paint. A soup bowl with two ears and some morning glory.
I travelled with the word muddle.
Two quotes interested me. First, one from Winston Churchill and then Harold Wilson.
‘ What is the use of living, if it be not to strive for noble causes and to make this muddled world a better place for those who will live in it after we are gone?’
And
‘ I’m at my best in a messy, middle-of-the-road muddle.’
I painted the less muddled half.
‘ Love is fragile. And we are not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds. ‘
Nicholas Sparks
Take care,
Sandy 🙂