Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time…..there was a woman, mature in years but strong in body and fair of heart.
She lived nestled in a cozy cottage with a view of an expanse of green, with great tall trees and the sound of laughing children.
Each day upon arising, she brewed a dark and strong elixir, magic in it’s power to give her strength and power for her day. Without this elixir, her morning was thick with fog and her body slow to move.
She especially loved waking on the first day of the week as her love, himself mature in years and strong of body, would brew this elixir for her and bring it to her bedchamber.
There they would speak of adventures ahead, some great and some small.
Though this may seem but a small gesture to those reading of this, it was, in fact, a great and noble gesture touching the woman’s heart beyond words.
Sometimes, the best thing to do
in any given situation
is to curl up in a comfy chair
with your favorite quilt
and take a nap.
(Many thanks to Misty, the grand puppy for sitting for these photos.)
How many years have I looked upon the back of his head? Quite a few, to say the least.
Some of the details may have changed with the passing of time, but the feelings in my heart never change.
Well, actually the feelings do change. They grow stronger.
“…. seeing our Father in everything makes life one long thanksgiving and gives a rest of heart, and, more than that, a gayety of spirit, that is unspeakable.”
Hannah Whitall Smith
Jesus’s word from John 10:10
….”I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.”
Some gifts are harder to see.
Harder to find.
Hidden from view.
Perhaps that makes them all the more precious.
Sometimes in order to see the gifts all around me,
I need new eyes.
A different perspective-
Coming at life backwards-
Seeing from a different angle.
No matter the darkness,
no matter the tangles of life-
His face shines down upon me
I love the color blue. I love blue skies.
All you have to do is look up and see such glorious color! How wonderful is that?
But that is the trick, is it not?
Looking up, taking the time to lookup and to see.
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.”