"You say grace before meals. All right. But I say grace before the concert and the opera, and grace before the play and pantomime, and grace before I open a book, and grace before sketching, painting, swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing and grace before I dip the pen in the ink." ~ G. K. Chesterton
Continuing to count the gifts of His grace . . .
685. Clematis showing buds ready to burst open686. Bulbs breaking the surface of the soil after winter's sleep
687. A walk down the lane with my camera
689. Beating a deadline
690. Grandchildren praying for Grandma's knee to bend
691. Climbing four stairs the normal way (not step together, step together)
692. I lay down and slept . . . I awoke for the LORD sustained me Psalm 3:5
693. This cheery little fella singing his heart out
695. Climbing a whole flight of stairs . . . taking it to a new level
696. Another gorgeous going-down of the sun
"If" for Daughters . . .
a special Birthday Message by Emily Matthews
"If you find happiness in simple pleasures
And see the rainbow, not the falling rain,
If you have faith to keep right on believing
In miracles that no one can explain . . .
If you look until you see the good in others
And keep your spirit honest, true and free
Then you'll be not just happy and successful
But the woman only you were meant to be."
Over the years you've grown into an amazing woman
and your birthday is the perfect time to tell you
how much you're loved
for being the wonderful daughter
If you knew the full story of my relationship with my father, the wonder of these words to my heart would be clear. When I was barely a teenager my dad walked away from the LORD and his family. Daddy's little girl was devastated as were my siblings and my mama. Though he walked me down the aisle when I married, there then came a long stretch of time when we were estranged . . . years, many years, more than a decade.
Then as the LORD began to bring healing to my heart, as I did a lot of forgiveness work and breaking of judgments, as revelation came about things he had suffered as a child, compassion welled up in me and I began to see the good in him. At some point we reconnected and over the last few years He has called nearly every Sunday. As the call ended, I would always say, "I love you, Dad". He would respond with "yup, g'bye' . . . and after many months, he began to mumble "yup, love you, too". The subject of faith has remained closed all this time . . . but, hallelujah . . . those words on the card that HE sent me . . . If you have faith to keep right on believing, in miracles that no one can explain . . . and so I keep right on believing . . .
Linking with the thanks-givers for Multitudes on Mondays . . .