I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.
Psalm 121:1,2 NKJV
Take a deep breath. Breathe out. Let it all out.
God is on His throne. Peace be within you.
PS: My mother made the geese for me during her "ceramics" phase. And she painted the little birdhouse, too. I'm so thankful for my keepsakes and memories. (In my thinning out, these won't be going anywhere!)