I remember being about 7 years old and having to go to the dentist. For some reason I had to have a tooth pulled. On top of my fear, the dentist was not kind or patient. Needless to say, it was terrifying.
When I returned home that day, my grandma had found a yellow swallowtail butterfly for me. It was alive and well-she had kept it somehow-just to show me because she knew I went through a scary time. The butterfly did the trick-I wasn't scared any more-and I loved my grandma even more.
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These moths appeared one morning on our windows and stayed for hours so I got lots of photos of them. I did my moth painting from one of the photos. Since that time we had all our windows replaced, the house sided and roofed. I still like the old windows, worn from years of weather, but of course they weren't good for keeping the cold wind out.
I have no idea where I'm going with all of this rambling. Maybe I have had too much hot chocolate this morning, I don't know. I wanted to share some pretty pictures of my yard with you, but there's something more.
There's something else my grandparents gave me when I was little.
It was what I saw in them.
Day to day stuff.
It was some kind of steady-ness, and anchor to something bigger than they,
a hope.
Yes, you're right if you are thinking it was their faith in God.
We prayed together. We read the Bible together.
We went to church together.
We went to church together.
And as I have grown, I've known the Source of their
steady-ness to be my own as well.
Right now there is a vast amount of information and fear and uncertainty. It's scary-worse than a trip to the dentist.
I want to share one of my favorite verses from the Bible with you.
Psalm 63:7
For you have been my help,
and in the shadow of your
wings
I will sing for joy.
God bless you.
3 comments:
Definitely scarier than a trip to the dentist, but singing for joy helps. Lovely photos, thank you, Debra.
My Dear Friend - this is certainly from your heart straight to mine. Thank you for such a lovely uplifting post. God is with us! Hugs
Thank you Debra.
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