Miss. Shannie with the sleep barely out of her eyes this morning was off on a field trip
to the aquarium with her Girl Scout troop. I’m so excited for her and can’t
wait to hear about all her adventures.
She is here for Easter break.
Gwenie on the other hand, was not sharing our excitement when her girlie walked
out the door after only just getting here late last night.
she has been doing one of two things ever since…either hovering by the door or
sitting on the couch watching it on high alert with Shannie’s new Bunny toy
Don’t worry little Gwendolyn we have lots of adventures designed this week you can be part of…and maybe will even let you color an egg or two. J
Having a pack of dog at spring thaw can sometimes be nightmarish. Ugh!
I’m sure most of you have read
the poem footprints in the sand. You may even have a rendition of it hanging on
your wall. I’ll admit it is a moving and comforting reminder that God carries
us through our hardest trials in life. However
in this season of my life my terrain sure isn’t some white, spongy sand
on a picturesque beach…which is often what is depicted with this poem. Mine is
more like a stinky, shoe sucking mud right up to your knees, mucky marsh hole.
The kind of terrain that no matter how hard you try you find it impossible
not to get covered head to toe in mud.
But the beauty I have also found in all or this
is the end result is still the same. Jesus still comes at your muddiest
moments, scoops your slimy muddy self right up into His loving arms and
carries you right on through that shoe sucking mud up to your knees mucky marsh
if I could only figure out how to be god to a pack of dogs and get them through
I took this daisy and the hand full of baby’s breath from a bouquet at
Richards’s funeral/celebration. I had pressed them in a book all those months ago
and then forgot about them. So when I came across them again and saw how beautiful they dried I knew I
needed to find a special way to display them. These floating frames are the neatest invention
and just what I was looking for. Now every time I walk by this I just feel like I
got flowers from Heaven.
Taking a ride in the country is one of my favorite things to do.
I love taken pictures of things long forgotten and left to nature. To
me they are art and become part of the landscape and the history of a town.
Once upon a time someone worked hard for and dreamed of all those
things above. It makes me think about the material stuff I own and how one day it will
just be junk somewhere. Yes, one day our new iphone’s, our big screen TV’s…all our precious
trinkets…even our homes we love and live in now will wither away. There’re
definitely things we should be very thankful for but they should not be our treasures. Yes all this reminds me our
treasures need to be in things that don’t perish.
for yourselves treasures in Heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys. Matthew 6:20
I hope that sends you on your own treasure hunt today J
very first time my eyes beheld you my princess my heart stopped beating because
of your amazing beauty. But when it started up again…. You were locked inside
it forever and ever. Nothing and no one
can ever take you out of it.
matter how old you get …you will always be Grammy’s princess.
took these pictures as we were playing dress up the other day. Which sparked a conversation that as I type
even now still brings tears to my eyes. Shannie was sharing her feelings with me about a time when
for reasons out of her and my control we did not get to see one another. It was
right before she turned 3 and then I did not see her again till she was almost
5. I always thought she didn’t remember me…and that it was my Grammy powers
that made her fall in love with me so quickly when we were finally reunited. We have those powers you know. ;) So as we were chatting she started
to talk about this time and she said. “I always felt an empty whole in my heart
then and didn’t know why till I saw you again.” There was only one other person on the face of
the earth that could turn me into mush like this child and that was her Poppy. I
have a feeling Waylon, my soon to arrive Grandson is going to have the same effect
on me. My gosh I love being a Grammy!
Seriously what Jasper has fallen in love with is this blue bobo toy
of Lil Ricky’s. He somehow abscondedit from her a few weeks ago. I often
find him like this with it in his mouth. That’s how he always walked around with Daddy’s dirty
socks. So I guess this is his way of healing. I’m just really happy to see him
love something again…who cares if it’s a blue bobo…lol
I don’t think I have ever been happier to see the first day of
spring in all my life then I am this year. Somewhere inside of me I guess there
is this hope that with the natural changing of the seasons the winter season of
my soul will also be coming to an end.
So I look for any sign of spring in my soul as well as in the natural. I
remember having a dream about a year before Richard died. That I was in the driver
seat of a car and Richard was in the passenger seat. He took his foot and reached it over on to the
gas pedal and floored it... then he fell asleep and I could not wake him up. I was
coming down a winding mountain road and I cried out to God…”What do I do?!” He
said “Just keep your eyes on the dashes in the road and you will be fine.” Then
I woke up. Well the other day I was
looking through my phone and found this picture I must have saved at some point
but do not remember it whatsoever. It reminded
me of that dream and I am taking it as a sign of spring for my soul.
If you need a sign of spring for your soul, then you take it too.J And no matter what it looks like….it’s not over!