Faithful, like a rose

Spring rose bud growing in my garden.

…Like the rose that comes alive every spring,

You are so faithful. Lord, You are faithful…

Red and yellow roses picked from my garden.


…I see the cross and the price You had to pay,

I see the blood that washed my sins away.

In the midst of the storm,

Through the wind and the waves,

You’ll still be faithful, You’ll still be faithful,

When the stars refuse to shine and time is no more,

You’ll still be faithful,

You’ll still be faithful, Lord.

Lyrics taken from “You are so Faithful” by Bob Fitts

Stanley Park

My family rented two tandem bicycles and rode them around Stanley Park in Vancouver. Having locked up our bikes, we also ventured inland on foot to walk around Beaver Lake where I took these pictures.

Water lily growing on Beaver Lake.
“Stanley” the slug whom we met along the path.

If you’re asking, I rode on the back of the bike and just held on for my life. But when I stopped being afraid of crashing, I found I had a great view riding the seawall bike path.

This one is taken on English Bay and was a favorite of mine.
The sunset on Second Beach was beautiful and hard not to stop and appreciate.