When the floods of life come, Jesus is the bridge that carries me across to the other side.
Thank you God for those who have been by my side and walked across that bridge with me.
“Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows….” Isaiah 53:4
A butterfly perched on a grandson’s hand. What an exquisite gift of God’s goodness, the beauty and delicacy of the butterfly upon the hand of a cherished grandson.
Psalm 23 “……my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.”
As I gaze at Grandma standing knee deep in the Zinnias, I want to be there- drinking in the moment- stopping the raging current of time, enjoying the colors, the scents, Grandma’s touch, Grandma’s cheer.
Thank you God for Grandma’s love of flowers and for passing that love on to me.
Thank you for her cheerful heart and always smile.
Thank you Lord, thank you!