Posting this for my family who has been fabulous through this troubling season!
As much as I love this helicopter, I hate to see it fly in at times. Mostly because it lands under extreme circumstances and leaves you standing helplessly by. However, I have found that it’s an opportunity to stand in the gap and pray hard for another. Thereby giving HOPE rein.
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1
Lili and I walked over to the pond on a quest to photograph the wild geese. As I instructed her to be quiet and walk softly, because the geese are skittish, she bounced, twirled, and jumped.
I quickly started taking photographs all the while praying to the Lord to send angels to keep the flock corralled for a moment. Lili, on the other hand, walked off toward the geese on a mission of her own.
“Lili, get back here,” I hissed softly. “You’ll scare the geese.”
In turn, the determined Lili gave me a look that said — watch this, grandma! And I did, in amazement.
My grandson, Kaden, is turning one this week! He is a precious child with a heart of gold and a wonderful disposition. And a smile will light your face when anywhere near him!
But let all who take refuge in you rejoice; let them ever sing for joy, and spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may exult in you. For you bless the righteous, O Lord; you cover him with favor as with a shield. Psalm 5: 11 & 12
Lately, I’ve been amazed by the seagulls soaring in Oklahoma. So I asked an older, wiser gentleman why these birds were here, and he simply stated, “A storm blew them in.” Interesting enough, we’re in the middle of a drought. And I can’t remember a blustery storm of late. But more importantly, why have these birds decided to stay rather than to seek the fresh salty air of their home?
As the skies let loose of a graceful snow and accumulated on the airport, Lili, my four year old granddaughter, decided to fix my hair. After drying, combing, curling, mousing, and spritzing she announced, “Grandma, you’re hair is a freaking monster!”
The next day this monster-haired granny took her three grandchildren, James, Lane, and Lili, outside to build a couple of snowmen.
The 1st snowman we named Pilot Snow. The 2nd — Fat Snow, but after viewing the photos he looks more like Boo Boo Snow!
“Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool. Isaiah 1:18