Autumn Leaves and Daffodils

Last week [Tuesday to be exact] I was reading Randy Alcorn's book Lord Foulgrin's Letters. Directly as I came to this paragraph then heard an odd sound, as if paper were being crinkled.
"The Enemy is a romantic and notoriously sneaky. He can woo them through the colors of autumn leaves, the sound of a waterfall, ocean mist on their faces, the sight of stars at night."
I turned to find the source of the sound and discovered a daffodil had escaped from its sepals. It was the only other living thing in the room. And the only thing that could have possibly made the sound.
God's wooing is beautiful.

Bed of Illness

The LORD will strengthen him on his bed of illness;
You will sustain him on his sickbed.
- Psalm 41:3

Good verse for a sick girl.