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A new month and a new home

This was taken last night, after Anne finished unpacking her things.

She’s no longer living with us, but in a small rental nearby.

To be honest, I’ve not processed it yet.

However, I’m certain God is in this new step for her and I’m glad.

I had expected to be filled with sorrow at our last daughter moving out, but God has made this journey a blessing.

It’s been a stretch and an opportunity for both our daughter and myself, to lean on the Lord in new ways.

I’ve also learned God’s timing is perfect.

Many moments through this process, I wanted to “make” something happen by pushing others into action, but every time I was tempted to do so, God gently reminded me to trust Him.

His timing is perfect.

Not only did the furniture get moved in easily, the details of where things should go was sorted out quickly.

It came together like pieces of a puzzle.

And I now have another monument in my life to the faithfulness of God.

Even when I can’t see what He’s doing or understand why something is happening, I’m so blessed when I quiet myself and simply wait upon God.

Psalm 131:2 NKJV — Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul, Like a weaned child with his mother; Like a weaned child is my soul within me.

This verse used to confuse me until I had children and I experienced it.

The peace of a little child, one who is old enough to simply need the safety of their mother’s embrace to be at rest.

That is what I’m learning to do in my walk with God.

No matter the circumstances or my emotions, I can find security and peace in the assurance of my salvation through the embrace of my Lord Jesus.

Recalling, whenever I’m feeling unsettled, where Jesus stretched out His arms and died for me.

That embrace brings me rest.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for Your Word. Thank You for Your faithfulness. You answered so many prayers throughout this process and You have blessed us through so many unexpected ways. Lord, there are many circumstances in my life, right now, that I don’t know what You want me to do or I’m concerned about. Lord, for those who are experiencing health problems, please be with them and their doctors. For those who have lost loved ones, please comfort their hearts. For those who are being stretched to extreme limits and need hope, please step in. Lord, for those who are ministering people, please supply all their needs. Lord, You are able to do whatever is required to make good from any circumstance. Lord, You know what is best and I look to You for discernment, direction, and provision. Thank You, Jesus. Amen.

Mom and God (a post from a fellow blogger)

I rarely repost, but after enjoying this, I wanted to share it with you.

Please click on the link and go to Bob White’s site and read the entire thing, it’s well worth it.

I pray you are blessed and encouraged.

(3-minute read) Years ago, my brother Bob and I decided to visit my mother, who lived in Birmingham, Alabama. I was living in Pennsylvania then, and Bob lived in New York. On the first day there, Bob kept teasing all day, saying that our mother loved me more than him. He would make up numerous […]

Mom and God

The year we couldn’t afford a Christmas tree

I learned so much about trusting God.

It’s been nearly 15 years ago, but the Lord recently brought back to mind the blessings of that unusual year.

Our family was new to the area, we’d only moved in that August.

We were on a fixed income with no way to earn more.

But it remains one of my fondest Christmas memories.

Our children were elementary school age and younger, so it wasn’t an easy thing to try to explain why we weren’t going to have a Christmas tree.

We’d come from a place where we could drive into the mountains and cut a tree for the price of the license and a tank of gas.

But the Lord had moved us into a large city and Christmas trees had to be shipped in.

I remember turning to the Lord in prayer after the tears of disappointment in our children’s eyes.

He taught me to be creative.

I found an old sheet left by the previous tenants and got out the markers.

I drew a Christmas tree on the sheet and we hung it on a blank wall in the front room.

Later, our oldest daughter was helping me create a backdrop for a church play our children’s Sunday school was putting on.

It was the manager scene and I recall my surprise as she broke the silence.

“Mommy, Jesus didn’t have a nice place to sleep when he was born, did He?”

I looked up at her and smiled, her sudden awareness of Christ’s circumstances brought a change in both of us.

“No, He didn’t. You’ve been to Grandma’s barn, can you imagine having a baby in a place like that?”

She shook her head.

“Mommy, Jesus didn’t get any Christmas presents did He.”

“No, He didn’t, but God did send the Wisemen with gifts.”

And in that moment I realized God’s blessing to us in a new way.

If we’d had the ability to purchase a Christmas tree I’d never have looked for an alternative, and that alternative is what led me to decorating another bedsheet for the play, which led to this beautiful moment with our daughter.

God was far from finished teaching me that Christmas.

I remember Christmas Eve struggling with my disappointment.

I was praying and washing dishes in the kitchen when our doorbell rang.

We hadn’t expected anyone, so we all gathered around the door when my husband opened.

It was a lady from our church with two of her grandchildren in tow.

“Merry Christmas!” She greeted us warmly and allowed us to take her coat and those of the children.

“I just knew your little ones are probably missing their grandparents so I thought I’d fill in for them!”

She handed each of our children a gift and then encouraged them to open them.

As the children played on the floor with her grandkids we enjoyed tea and cookies.

Before long, another person rang our door bell.

It was someone else from our church with gifts for our children.

They took stayed to enjoy a chat and tea.

And they weren’t the last ones to arrive bearing gifts and wishing us a Merry Christmas.

I remember feeling ashamed of myself that night after getting into bed.

Ashamed that I’d been so focused on the things that were different, I’d nearly lost the opportunity to praise the Lord for all He had done.

It’s probably the best Christmas present I’ve received (excluding the birth of our third daughter).

For I learned the importance of allowing God to direct our celebration rather than tradition or personal expectation.

Because if I’m neglecting the Lord direction, my efforts are wasted.

John 4:24 KJV — God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You so much for Your blessings. Thank You for teaching me continually about Yourself and Your path for my life. Lord Jesus, thank You for answering so many prayers and directing my heart and mind. Truly, You are good and Your ways are perfect. Nothing I come up with compares to You and Your gifts for us. Lord, thank You for how You are walking with us in all things. Thank You for teaching us so much and for giving us Your Word. Lord, please help me to be totally surrendered to Your will and Your ways, for I want to glorify Your name in all I do and say. Lord, thank You for Your birth. May we, each one, reflect upon the incredible blessings You have bestowed. In Your name I pray, Jesus. Amen.

A memorable day

It’s been 18 years since this memorable moment.

Our son’s birth, like each of our children, is a precious gift to our family.

His life has been an amazing journey which has taught me so much about the Lord.

It began when he was a week old.

His toenail on his big toe became infected.

Although, newborns are not supposed to be able to develop such a condition, his grew worse and ended up requiring antibiotics.

It was a frightening time for me, but God used it to teach me and to prepare me.

Because the trust I was learning through his infected toenail was grown when our son needed surgery before he was one year old.

I had never considered what other parents, those who had to walk through surgeries with their baby or child, endured until I was being instructed on how I had to handle myself if I was going to be the one to place him in operating room.

If I showed even a small sign that I “couldn’t handle it” they wouldn’t allow it at all.

But I wanted to be there for our son.

I wanted to be the one to put on his gown and have him see my face as they placed the mask and to be there when he went to sleep.

God used those moments of selfcontrol when the length of the surgery went over an hour past the expected time.

He taught me a new level of trust that day.

Something He had not finished teaching me.

It was obvious that our son wasn’t growing at a normal rate.

But I wasn’t alarmed until the tests his Pediatrician ran came back that his bone age was three and a half years behind his chronological age.

We were sent to a children’s hospital four hours away to see a specialist.

More tests were done on our five year old son, but nothing prepared me for the words spoken at our first appointment with the specialist.

“Well, we’ve ruled out terminal illness and chronic disease…”

The rest of her sentence was lost on me.

I hadn’t realized we were testing him for those things and hearing those words nearly knocked me off my chair.

I remember struggling momentarily for control and the Lord reminded me of the first part: “they ruled out”.

They didn’t know why he wasn’t growing, but he wasn’t terminally ill nor suffering from a chronic disease.

“Praise God!” my heart spoke as my lips were unable.

I clung to that truth with such joy as we prepared to run a test different than any previously done.

They needed to watch our son’s hormone levels and the test required taking a lot of blood from him in a very few hours.

I remember spending the night in a hotel with our son.

He was so excited about going swimming in the pool.

We walked down the road to a Subway and had sandwiches for dinner.

We went to bed early as we had to be there very early the next day.

The place we had to have the test was in the same area they do surgeries on infants.

My heart broke for the couple who handed their baby carrier and their precious child to the nurse to be taken back behind the double doors.

It wasn’t long before we were ushered behind those doors as well.

The four hour test was challenging, but we made it through.

The results showed his hormone levels normal and they basically said we should just wait and see what happens.

He’s had to have many more bone age scans, but never another hormone test.

He’s been growing slowly, but steadily.

It’s cost him the ability to play contact sports, because we have no idea what would happen if he were to break a bone.

I’m so thankful to the Lord for how He’s walked us through these things.

Just recently we were excited to realize, he’s taller than Anne, the tallest of our children.

When I stood there, looking at our children back-to-back, the Lord reminded me of something.

“We think he’s not going to grow very tall, with the growth curve he’s on, he might be 5’4″. Of course we’re not sure.”

“Well, he’s past that! Lord, thank You!” my heart spoke, because my lips were unable.

And this is only one area in the life of our son, which God has used to hone my heart, grow my faith, and teach me.

I’ll be honest, some days I wasn’t sure Jase would make it to 18.

One of the most important lessons I’ve learned is: life is a fragile and uncertain thing.

I’m so thankful God has given us every single one of our children, understanding they don’t belong to me or my husband.

I’m cherishing every day we are blessed with each one.

My prayers regularly touch on our children.

Today, on our son’s 18 birthday, I’m praying specifically for him.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for our son. Lord, thank You for the blessing he has been each and every day. Lord, You have used him to teach me so much. You have blessed us with difficulties, trials, set backs, and incredible joy. You have taught us through pain and grown us through trials. You have brought us here to a day I wasn’t sure we’d ever experience. Yet, You have been so faithful. Your ways are so incredible. You knew how it was all for our good. You understood how each day would hone our son into the young man he is. Lord, please continue to hone him into a godly man. Lord, make him like David, a man after Your heart. Please protect him from evil and the snares of wickedness. Lord, cover his eyes that he might not see vileness, but instead will look on Your truths. Lord, please prepare him for the occupation You have in store for him. Please teach him how to be honorable as he steps into manhood. Lord, please bring alongside him friends and mentors who will encourage him in righteousness. Lord, let his later end be even more of a blessing than the begin, that he might be a Mighty Man of Valor, steadfast in righteousness, completely surrendered before You, speaking truth, encouragement, and a man who plays, rightly understanding Your Word and speaking it clearly. Thank You, Jesus. I ask these things in Your name. Amen.

“Strong!”

Hubby and Jase many years ago.

“Papa is strong!” He declared, adding as much depth as his two-year-old voice would allow and clenching his fists, holding his arms up in the typical fashion to show strength.

My husband sat at the end of the table.

Our grandson sat on his mother’s lap, just next to Papa.

I was across the dining table from our daughter and grandson.

My husband didn’t hear his declaration, he was looking at work emails and other conversations were happening, so I was certain our grandson’s voice blended into the pleasant chatter.

So, Bubba said it again.

“Papa is strong!” With all the inflection and emotion of the first.

But he didn’t pause for a response this time.

Instead he repeated himself three times, one after another, all the time focused upon my husband.

He still didn’t hear him, so I interrupted.

“Sweetheart, did you hear Bubba? He’s talking to you.” I smiled at my husband, knowing he’d not want to miss this.

“No, I’m sorry,” he turned. “Sorry, Buddy, what was that?”

“Can you tell Papa what you said again?” Our daughter prompted.

Bubba realized he had Papa’s attention, so he smiled broadly before speaking again.

Papa is strong!” He burst out pumping his arms to show his enthusiasm.

My husband smiled as only a blessed Papa can.

Bubba was questioned by his mother, “What about Daddy?” And they turned to face the opposite end of the table where his father sat.

Daddy is strong!” “Daddy is strong!” “Daddy is strong!”

And we all laughed and agreed with him.

Bubba was content with his announcement being so well received and conversation returned.

Our daughter and husband took the little ones home after dinner.

Our family went to our church’s Movie Night.

We watched Show Me the Father by the Kendrick brothers.

If you’ve not seen it, I’d recommend it, it was wonderful.

It’s not a film for entertainment, but rather for teaching and encouragement.

It’s about fatherhood.

This morning in prayer, I spoke with the Lord about the emotions the movie brought up in my heart.

He reminded me of our grandson’s declaration at dinner.

Then, He reminded me of scripture.

Psalm 68:5 KJV — A father of the fatherless, and a judge of the widows, is God in his holy habitation.

Titus 3:7 KJV — That being justified by his grace, we should be made heirs according to the hope of eternal life.

Romans 8:17 KJV — And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together.

For the Christ follower, we are joint heirs with Jesus and can call to our Heavenly Father just as Christ did.

That precious child’s security in his father and grandfather is only a glimmer of the safety our souls find in the salvation granted by our Heavenly Father through the sacrifice of His Son.

Children long to have security in the strength and protection of their birth father, and whether we realize it or not that same longing resides in every heart who has yet to find safety for their souls in a personal relationship with their Heavenly Father.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for Your sacrifice. Thank You for Your obedience to Your Heavenly Father through which You both suffered and died to save me. Thank You for Your Resurrection! Thank You for the beauty I enjoy in Your salvation and the love of my Heavenly Father. Lord, for those whose experience with a father on Earth has been painful, even tragic, I humbly request that You reach them where they are and heal them completely. Let them see the truth, that You are not like us, You are perfect, holy, righteous, just. Please let their hearts be turned toward You and find healing from the pain of broken relationships and unfaithful people. Lord, let those who know You and are known by You, those who are fathers right now live honorably. Give them wisdom, guidance, and understanding to raise children who will call upon Your name because they want to emulate their father, because they want the same relationship with You that their father has. Thank You, Jesus. Thank You for showing us the Father. In Your name, Lord, I pray. Amen.

Savage Sam

We’ve owned the movie for many years.

Our children have grown up laughing at the way Bud Searcy made that “brag shot” and then promptly fainted.

They’ve discussed how spoiled Arliss was and how he should be more respectful to his elders and older brother.

They have always liked Travis, who never gave up trying to protect Lisbeth and Arliss, even enduring torture for trying to make a way of escape for them.

So, it seemed like a good idea when I had the opportunity to own an old library copy of the book.

I’d never read it, but figured if the movie was good the book would be better.

When I finished reading it aloud to our son, Jase, I was surprised.

I like the movie better.

The book was probably more true to life, but it was a lot sadder and more violent.

I didn’t grow up in Texas, nor am I old enough to know many “Old West” stories, besides a few told by a very elderly neighbor when I was a teen.

But I was born in the West, and I have known my share of people who understand wild animals, the danger they can pose; farmers and ranchers who never really stop working; as well as a few people whose families have lived in the same area since their ancestors crossed the prairie in search of a future.

There’s a separate feeling to those folks, which still bring a realness to stories like Savage Sam.

Although, it won’t make our “frequently read” list, I’m certain we will continue to enjoy the movie.

And the entire experience has reminded me, again, how evern in a fictional story, my heart cheers for those who are willing to sacrifice to save others from the grip of evil.

I’m even more thankful to God for His payment for us to escape the clutches of wickedness.

For our true enemy is not mankind, even when they fall prey to begin the mode utilized by evil, but rather it is our ancient foe, the devil and the demonic spirits.

Matthew 25:41 KJV — Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels:

But through Christ, we have freedom, redemption, and salvation from the ways of evil.

Psalm 9:16 KJV — The LORD is known by the judgment which he executeth: the wicked is snared in the work of his own hands. Higgaion. Selah.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for Your salvation. Lord, thank You for the men and women whose names are unknown, but are people who have stood in the way of those trying to harm the innocent, who have sacrificed to protect the helpless. Lord, thank You that we can find faith and hope in Your Word and know that no matter the circumstances, You will judge, evil will not endure. Lord, thank You for Your promises and especially the confident expectation of Your return. Lord Jesus, for those who are being a pawn in the hand of the enemy of our souls, please help them to break out of the abuse, the self-destructive behavior, the ways of wickedness. Please help each one of Your followers to love others, to walk with integrity, and to speak the truth, that we might be used by You to thwart the efforts of the enemy. Lord, help us to remember that we don’t fight against flesh and blood, but against principalities and powers. Thank You that You defeated sin and death once and for all. I praise Your holy name, Jesus. Amen.

“Grammy, I did it!”

“Wow! Great job!” I replied with enthusiasm.

Our granddaughter and grandson are here today and we were doing some preschool projects when Faye announced with pride she’d finished her page.

Of course Bubba was quick to finish and show his off as well.

“Watch! Grammy! Watch!” Was heard frequently.

Which caused me to pause and think about this tendency to show others our abilities or to share what our children or grandchildren have accomplished.

Is this desire simply the flesh nature which wants to be praised, in other words is this simply about pride?

Although, I think it could be, but at the ages of 2 and 3, my heart is inclined to believe that their desires arise from a different desire.

God created people to be in a relationship with Him and with one another.

My grandchildren’s words were an effort to share their accomplishments, their experiences with me.

And all this made me think of my Heavenly Father and my relationship with Him.

As it blesses my heart to have our grandchildren calling my name, eager to share things with me.

I can’t imagine that it doesn’t bless my Heavenly Father when I come before Him in prayer, enthusiastic about sharing my day, my experiences, and my heart.

Of course it’s a bit different.

I’m learning to say, “Father, what do You want me to do?” rather than, “Watch this!”.

I’m growing in patient, waiting with, “Lord, lead me,” and less often saying, “I do’d it!

My heart has been blessed by both the love of these precious little ones and by the love of God Almighty, my Heavenly Father through the gift of Jesus Christ.

1 John 4:9-10 NKJV — In this the love of God was manifested toward us, that God has sent His only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through Him. In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for Your salvation. Thank You for walking with me and giving me so many blessings, teaching me through the little and the big. Lord, please call to grow me up in You and Your Word. Please help me get walk with You, waiting upon Your guidance and direction rather than walking in my own ways. Lord, please help me to have self-discipline, that I might not sin against You or anyone else. Lord, thank You for Your gift today, an opportunity to share in our grandchildren’s lives is such a blessing. Lord, thank You for loving me even more than I can imagine. Thank You for sacrificing Yourself for me. Please use my life to reflect Your light. I love You, Jesus. Amen.

Train up a child

The enthusiasm of our grandchildren having preschool at our house is such a joy.

When Bubba found something green in the kitchen he gladly pointed it out multiple times stating proudly, “Green one!”.

When Faye discovered my socks were the color she was searching for (blue) she excitedly pointed, shouted the color, jumped up and down while clapping her hands.

Scripture is clear that we as parents and grandparents are to train our children.

They are not always excited about that training, but our responsibility is equal whether teaching something they enjoy or not.

God never intended us to “guess” what was the best things to teach, He gave us a guide.

We should revere God and teach our children to do so.

Proverbs 1:7 NKJV — The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge, But fools despise wisdom and instruction.

We should be reading, studying, memorizing, and applying God’s Word to our lives as well as using it for the foundation of all we train our children in.

Proverbs 30:5 KJV — Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them that put their trust in him.

Hebrews 4:12 NKJV — For the word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.

As parents, we should avoid using anger as our motivation for obedience, for even young children resent being bullied into action.

Ephesians 6:4 NKJV — And you, fathers, do not provoke your children to wrath, but bring them up in the training and admonition of the Lord.

Rather, we should train them to honor God and the authority God has placed over them, steeping our attitudes and actions in the reality of the value each person has before God, every single one so precious that He died for them.

Romans 5:8 KJV — But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.

There are more instructions for parents within the scriptures and it’s both our pleasure and responsibility to seek God’s guidance as we train up the children He has placed in our families.

Proverbs 22:6 NKJV — Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it.

Clearly, the way we should go and train our children to follow is the one Jesus opened to us through His sacrifice and resurrection.

Matthew 7:14 KJV — Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for Your gift of Your Word. Thank You for children. Lord, please help each one of us to apply Your Word and Your truth daily. Thank You for how You have given us all we need in scripture, especially the instruction to train our children in Your ways. Lord, You are the One who not only created us, You understand us completely, You died to save us from our rebellion against You. Lord, thank You for Your gift of salvation. What an awesome God You are! Thank You for the opportunity to raise up others in the training and admonition of the Lord. I love You, Jesus. Amen.

The gift of love

Our daughter and son-in-law allowed their oldest girl to spend the night with us Saturday.

The next morning Papa and Faye came out to see the animals while I was doing chores.

I was surprised by our male rabbit, he rarely lets anyone pet him, but as you can see, he sat quietly and let her.

She helped feed both bunnies, pet the sheep, and said “Hi” to the chickens before returning inside so we could prepare for church.

She was a little shy as people greeted her and sat between Auntie and myself during worship.

She wanted me to hold her for one song, tucking her head under my chin and grasping my arms with her tiny ones.

Once service began, Auntie (Anne) took her to the nursery.

The sermon was from 1 John and our pastor began with describing the love and trust his granddaughter has when her dad tosses her in the air.

That same love and trust I see in our grandchildren for their father.

It’s the same love we experienced while Faye was staying with us.

Like her joy and hugs when we got up in the morning.

Her smiles and cuddles when she came in from seeing the animals.

The kisses and hugs she gave each of us before she returned home with her parents.

These beautiful moments will be added to the string of cherished memories I have of our precious little girl.

One of my favorite memories, during her infancy, is when I’d walk her to sleep, then sit in the rocker and enjoy holding her while she slept.

I feel so blessed to have these times with her, and am inspired by her.

Her gift of love is a blessing and she loves, because we first loved her.

And in turn, I love because Jesus first loved me.

1 John 4:19 KJV — We love him, because he first loved us.

This gift of love from God is meant to be shared.

And I’m taking the example of our granddaughter in how to love.

I want to love God with perfect trust in Him.

1 John 4:18 NKJV — There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love.

Because I am safe in the salvation of my Lord Jesus, I can lavishly love without restraint.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for Your love. Thank You for our grandchildren and how much I learn from them. Lord, thank You for our children and the things I’m still learning from them. Lord, thank You for Your love and how far You went to bestow Your love upon us. Today, I want to love You as my granddaughter loves, without restraint, without worry. Lord, I want to learn to trust You as a little child. For I know You are worthy of my trust! You are worthy of all my praise. Your Word is truth and Your salvation is eternal life. What do I have to fear when my soul is safe in You? Nothing but You do I want to revere. Lord Jesus, thank You for showing me the gift of love. I’m unworthy of it, but I’m so thankful for it! I love You, Jesus. Amen.

Precious little blessings

“That would make a great picture,” she turned and smiled at me.

I hadn’t seen what she was looking at, out the window, so I asked her what she meant.

“Oh, the guys in the garden with their cowboy hats on.”

I looked and agreed with her.

Our oldest granddaughter looked too and announced, “I put my shoes on!”

I asked her momma if she could go with me to the garden.

As we stepped off the deck stairs her little voice surprised me with a giggle, then she told me why she was laughing.

“Oh! The cowboys!”

I laughed too.

“Yes! Let’s go see them.”

We found Papa setting Bubba down on the metal bench to eat the fistful of green beans he had.

He gladly chopped away while Faye pointed with concern at a grasshopper.

I agreed they are not welcome in the garden, but it would probably leave soon.

She turned to smell a sunflower.

I asked her to do it again so I could get a picture.

When Bubba had finished his green beans, they each found a strawberry to enjoy.

Then my husband walked them to where the carrots are.

He pulled one and the children’s surprise at the carrot popping out of the ground brought smiles to our faces.

Of course our grandson needed to pull his own. (He only had a little help from Papa.)

His was covered in dirt, so I got the hose and began washing it off.

Soon both children and Papa were enjoying fresh carrots.

We decided the tops would be a nice treat for the bunnies and headed over to their cages.

Faye pointed to our female, “The Mommy one! Where’s the Daddy one?”

“He’s hiding right now, but wait, he’ll come out when I put the carrot tops in.”

Of course he did and she giggled.

Next, we went to feed some undersized corn to the sheep and goat.

As Faye petted the sheep she commented, “Soft.”

Papa fed the chickens in the run so the kids could watch them.

Faye pointed to our rooster, “The Daddy chicken!”

“Yes, that’s right. He’s the Daddy, the rest are the Mommy chickens. The Daddy is called a rooster.”

Her attention soon turned to the neighbor’s beautiful gelding.

He’s a pinto and very friendly, but today he didn’t come close.

He’s not used to little children.

She waved at him and told him “Hi!”.

Our grandson had lost interest and they’d already returned to the house, but Faye wanted to check the nesting boxes.

Our son is very good at keeping the eggs picked up, but I told her we could look.

To my surprise, there was an egg.

Faye was glad and as I held it, the warmth against my palm told me it was fresh.

I told Faye, “We will put this one in the carton and you can take it home.”

As we reached the deck and Faye proudly lined her clogs next to our rubber boots, I smiled.

My heart thanked God for His blessings which I’m able to share with our grandchildren.

My husband’s expression told me his heart was also thankful; equally blessed by our time with our grandchildren.

Our daughter related what occurred when she told the children they were going to Grammy’s.

“Their little eyes got huge and they ran to get their shoes on. They were so excited! Then, Faye proceeded to list everyone who lives at Grammy’s house, including the sheep, goat, chickens, and two rabbits!”

I had to chuckle.

Children are such incredible blessings from God.

They have such a unique perspective.

Their joy is contagious.

They are greatly valued by God.

Matthew 18:10 NKJV — “Take heed that you do not despise one of these little ones, for I say to you that in heaven their angels always see the face of My Father who is in heaven.”

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for the gift of children. You have blessed us with children and now grandchildren. We are so thankful to You for each one. Lord Jesus, please continue to teach us through these precious people. It is in Your Word that we realize just how blessed we are and how each one is a priceless treasure. Lord, only through Your Word and Holy Spirit can we find truth and understanding. Only through Your salvation can we be saved. Only in the security of Your redemption can we find peace. Lord, please help each of us to be an encouragement to the children around us. Please teach us how to value others, how to train and exhort, how to love unconditionally, and how to share You with each one. Lord, I lift up these precious people. Please speak to their hearts, train them up in Your truth, and give them the true understanding of Yourself. Thank You. Amen.