It is in my eyes
It is in the air
It is soon going to be
EVERYWHERE!
Just a little ditty about my least favorite thing about Spring, the pollen! If you see me around town, chances are you will think I have been crying all day...not so. It is just the pollen. Can't keep my eye makeup on for any amount of time and toil. As I write this, I have been fully dressed, makeup ready to meet the world for about fifteen minutes now, already I can feel the eyes watering and the makeup demolishing under the pollen attack!
Spring is great in my town...lots of things to do, people to see, pretty trees and flowers...and lots of pollen. On our cars, front porches, our eyes and noses and heads. We muddle through...take some allergy meds and soldier on to beautiful outdoors. This year, I think we are all thankful for the pretty weather as it has been a cold, cold winter here in the usually sunny South.
I hope wherever you are today, you are experiencing great weather as well...and hopefully for your eyes and nose and head...a lot less POLLEN!
Living Happily in the Pollinated Moment!'
Bev
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
The Scrapbook of My Mind
I see me with them, a Friday night, dinner and peanuts.
I see his arm outstretched, needing help with the buttons on his cuff, his hands surrendering to the disease that eventually claimed him.
I see the house, tidy and warm and filled with love. The tiny Christmas tree on the table.
I see us, my best friend and I, sitting at the kitchen table, recording our voices, knowing we would soon say goodbye...again.
I see his hand in mine that very first time, and remember the feeling of wanting forever.
I can close my eyes and picture his profile, as he quietly, effortlessly, chewed a toothpick during the morning sermon.
I see her being wheeled out of the door, and I feel her loss falling like a weight from the sky into my world.
I see that smile, those baby legs moving across the floor for the first time, and hear the giggles.
I see her asleep against my chest, warm, sweet breath in my ear.
I see the way he takes off his socks and places them in his shoes, a habit formed long ago, not abandoned, even in a hurry.
I see the way her hand stretched out to meet mine...as I reached out to help her.
I see her walking into the school, independent, my heart walking around in the world.
When I close my eyes at night, these are the images I see. The hauntingly sad, the bittersweet, the joy and the glory that has made up my life thus far. As another birthday approaches, I am thankful for the scenes above. Each one, each him or her is a part of the scrapbook in my mind. Snapshots of my tenderest moments, my greatest fears, my highest emotions. There are many more, unshared today and hopefully, many more to come.
Living Happily in the Moment!
Beverly
I see his arm outstretched, needing help with the buttons on his cuff, his hands surrendering to the disease that eventually claimed him.
I see the house, tidy and warm and filled with love. The tiny Christmas tree on the table.
I see us, my best friend and I, sitting at the kitchen table, recording our voices, knowing we would soon say goodbye...again.
I see his hand in mine that very first time, and remember the feeling of wanting forever.
I can close my eyes and picture his profile, as he quietly, effortlessly, chewed a toothpick during the morning sermon.
I see her being wheeled out of the door, and I feel her loss falling like a weight from the sky into my world.
I see that smile, those baby legs moving across the floor for the first time, and hear the giggles.
I see her asleep against my chest, warm, sweet breath in my ear.
I see the way he takes off his socks and places them in his shoes, a habit formed long ago, not abandoned, even in a hurry.
I see the way her hand stretched out to meet mine...as I reached out to help her.
I see her walking into the school, independent, my heart walking around in the world.
When I close my eyes at night, these are the images I see. The hauntingly sad, the bittersweet, the joy and the glory that has made up my life thus far. As another birthday approaches, I am thankful for the scenes above. Each one, each him or her is a part of the scrapbook in my mind. Snapshots of my tenderest moments, my greatest fears, my highest emotions. There are many more, unshared today and hopefully, many more to come.
Living Happily in the Moment!
Beverly
Thursday, March 25, 2010
I've Grown Accustomed To His Face!
Freckles the Fish has a new home. He completely outgrew his first aquarium, mainly because he eats constantly...I think he is not really a fantail goldfish, but a miniature whale!!My husband had an aquarium in his much younger days and we found it among lots of other treasures in his shop! After an extended cleaning session, a new filter, some aquarium props, like the ruins and broken columns, and a few new plants, Freckles was unleashed into his new home and he has been happily swimming ever since.
He currently resides on my kitchen counter...I am hoping soon that he moves to a new location, although I will miss his smiling fish face every morning as I made breakfast and every night as I fix supper. On second thought, maybe I will keep him on the counter...who needs all that space anyway?
Living Happily in the Moment!
Beverly
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Sleeping Tight
It is 3:30 in the morning. The house is completely quiet, except for the gentle hum of Mr. Freckles and his aquarium.
Though four hours ago I was struggling to keep my eyes open, now I am struggling to keep them shut. I wish there was a shut off button to my brain most days...this is especially one of them. I don't have answers to the questions that are running through my mind, I am just glad I know the One who does.
I hope each of you are sleeping tight...I am going to try it once more myself.
Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev
Though four hours ago I was struggling to keep my eyes open, now I am struggling to keep them shut. I wish there was a shut off button to my brain most days...this is especially one of them. I don't have answers to the questions that are running through my mind, I am just glad I know the One who does.
I hope each of you are sleeping tight...I am going to try it once more myself.
Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev
Monday, March 22, 2010
Reminding Ourselves
Flowers and birds and sunshine all around
Water shooting up from the ground, cold and clear
Her hands in the water, splashing, laughing with pure joy
Just a gorgeous day in the sun with the one we love.
Green trees, happy swaying leaves, dogs with tongues wagging
Riding the bicycle, wobbling at first, then taking off only
Stopping for squirrels
She passes us with a wave.
Wishing time would stand still
This pretty sunshine day
Wanting her to stay this age, this size, this much fun
Knowing she won't, we remind ourselves
To be happy in the moment...for this moment...is our life!
Water shooting up from the ground, cold and clear
Her hands in the water, splashing, laughing with pure joy
Just a gorgeous day in the sun with the one we love.
Green trees, happy swaying leaves, dogs with tongues wagging
Riding the bicycle, wobbling at first, then taking off only
Stopping for squirrels
She passes us with a wave.
Wishing time would stand still
This pretty sunshine day
Wanting her to stay this age, this size, this much fun
Knowing she won't, we remind ourselves
To be happy in the moment...for this moment...is our life!
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Thursday Recap
Well...the rains came down and we did not go the St. Patrick's Day parade, although I had an offer of watching from inside, safe and dry...the outing was just not meant to be. The harsh realities of work and elementary school have finally taken their toll on my daughter and I and our freedom to get to do whatever we want to do, when we want to do it. It was disappointing to say the least and my mood yesterday kinda matched the weather. Rainy and dreary!!
We celebrated the day instead, by keeping our normal routine, albeit dressed in green and bejeweled with shamrocks, and came home to have a green cupcake. The cupcakes were baked and decorated by my mom and Hannah on Saturday...it was a lovely Irish treat! Last night was church and Bible study and the day ended rather early for us.
Today was my last day at work for the week, so it was a wonderful one as far as I was concerned. Hubby and Hannah have one more day to suffer through...and I am going to use my free Friday to get a little pampering, run a few errands and maybe catch up with a friend in the middle of it all.
I hope you have a wonderful Friday and a great weekend. It is officially Spring on Saturday...we are anticipating warm weather and a day full of family fun...hope you are too!
Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev
We celebrated the day instead, by keeping our normal routine, albeit dressed in green and bejeweled with shamrocks, and came home to have a green cupcake. The cupcakes were baked and decorated by my mom and Hannah on Saturday...it was a lovely Irish treat! Last night was church and Bible study and the day ended rather early for us.
Today was my last day at work for the week, so it was a wonderful one as far as I was concerned. Hubby and Hannah have one more day to suffer through...and I am going to use my free Friday to get a little pampering, run a few errands and maybe catch up with a friend in the middle of it all.
I hope you have a wonderful Friday and a great weekend. It is officially Spring on Saturday...we are anticipating warm weather and a day full of family fun...hope you are too!
Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
My Irish Eyes Are Smiling...
I don't know what he looked like. Was he tall, short, stocky, thin, red hair, no hair, shining black hair? Did he have the sparking blue eyes or the deepest brown? I don't know his birth date, his siblings, or even his parents. I can only use my imagination to see him standing on a distant shore.
I see him, boarding a ship, waving goodbye to his home, possibly his family, probably most of his friends, setting sail to a new world. There is so much I don't know...but this I do know. At some point a man named John Riley came to the shores of America from the shores of Ireland. He worked, he married, he had children, who had children. He is the furthermost known point on the very long line that stretches from me to my past. The tree is filled with cool names, long ago dates and a rare few tidbits of lives lived and connected to mine through time and ancestral blood. I am happy to be on the tree...even on a tiny branch.
My genealogy is made up of plenty of different people and cultures...German, English and Irish. I am sure there are just as many scoundrels as saints and I wish I had a picture and a story book on everyone of them. The notebook I have compiled through the years of amateur research is tons of fun to sift through on a rainy afternoon. I treasure the lives that eventually made it possible for me to be who I am, live where I live and love who I love.
Today is St. Patrick's Day...I will celebrate in my own way, with my own little family the fun parts of our history and heritage. I wish for you a smile on your face and a little bit of green, so you won't get pinched and whether or not your heritage is the same as mine...I hope you enjoy the day and get a kiss for luck!
Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev
I see him, boarding a ship, waving goodbye to his home, possibly his family, probably most of his friends, setting sail to a new world. There is so much I don't know...but this I do know. At some point a man named John Riley came to the shores of America from the shores of Ireland. He worked, he married, he had children, who had children. He is the furthermost known point on the very long line that stretches from me to my past. The tree is filled with cool names, long ago dates and a rare few tidbits of lives lived and connected to mine through time and ancestral blood. I am happy to be on the tree...even on a tiny branch.
My genealogy is made up of plenty of different people and cultures...German, English and Irish. I am sure there are just as many scoundrels as saints and I wish I had a picture and a story book on everyone of them. The notebook I have compiled through the years of amateur research is tons of fun to sift through on a rainy afternoon. I treasure the lives that eventually made it possible for me to be who I am, live where I live and love who I love.
Today is St. Patrick's Day...I will celebrate in my own way, with my own little family the fun parts of our history and heritage. I wish for you a smile on your face and a little bit of green, so you won't get pinched and whether or not your heritage is the same as mine...I hope you enjoy the day and get a kiss for luck!
Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Just the Facts, Please!
So...here are some fun facts about the Irish in America that I found while scouring the internets this morning at 5 AM. See how dedicated I am to bringing you a morning full of fun and information. No, really, I am! (No, really, I am just lazy and found this information to keep from having to write a post this morning...my Irish self is just too sleepy!) Thank you YAHOO for this bit of education this morning...ya'll have a great Tuesday!
FUN FACTS...
St. Patrick's Day began as a religious holiday to honor St. Patrick, who brought Christianity to Ireland in the fifth century.
The first parade for the holiday occurred in New York City on March 17, 1762. It featured Irish soldiers who served in the English military.
In 1948, President Harry S. Truman attended the parade. In 1995, Congress proclaimed March to be Irish-American Heritage Month.
36.5 million U.S. residents claimed Irish ancestry in 2007, more than eight times the 4 million-plus population of Ireland itself.
Massachusetts residents were twice as likely to claim Irish ancestry as the nation overall, with a rate of 24 percent compared with 12 percent.
Those with Irish heritage were more likely to have higher household income, own their own homes and earn educational degrees. Specifically:
- 32 percent of Irish Americans older than 24 held at least a bachelor's degree and 92 percent held at least a high school diploma, compared with 28 percent and 85 percent for the entire U.S.
- Households headed by an Irish-American received a median income of $56,966 in 2007 compared with $50,740 for all households.
- 72 percent of those Irish-headed homes were owned, compared with 67 percent for all households. The remainder rented.
9 places are named after Dublin, the capital of Ireland.
More whimsical Irish-themed towns include Emerald Isle, N.C., and the township of Irishtown, Ill. Townships named Clover exist in South Carolina, Illinois, Minnesota and Pennsylvania. Minnesota is also home to Cloverleaf
(hmm...this is me again... I am feeling the need for a road trip to have my picture taken at all these road signs!)
Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev
Sunday, March 14, 2010
I'm An Irish Girl...Can't Help But Start This Week Off This Way!
St. Patrick's Prayer of the Faithful...one of my favorites!
May the Strength of God guide us.
May the Power of God preserve us.
May the Wisdom of God instruct us.
May the Hand of God protect us.
May the Way of God direct us.
May the Shield of God defend us.
May the Angels of God guard us.- Against the snares of the evil one.
May Christ be with us!
May Christ be before us!
May Christ be in us,Christ be over all!
May Thy Grace, Lord,
Always be ours,
This day, O Lord, and forevermore.
Amen
Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev
May the Strength of God guide us.
May the Power of God preserve us.
May the Wisdom of God instruct us.
May the Hand of God protect us.
May the Way of God direct us.
May the Shield of God defend us.
May the Angels of God guard us.- Against the snares of the evil one.
May Christ be with us!
May Christ be before us!
May Christ be in us,Christ be over all!
May Thy Grace, Lord,
Always be ours,
This day, O Lord, and forevermore.
Amen
Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev
Thursday, March 11, 2010
I Can't Make This Stuff Up...
Hannah: "Mom..guess what?"
Me: "What?"
Hannah: "George Washington came to visit us at school today!"
Me: "REALLY???"
Hannah: " Oh, no...wait...it was a Leprechaun."
Never a dull moment at my little house on the lane!!
Living Happily in the Moment!
Beverly
Me: "What?"
Hannah: "George Washington came to visit us at school today!"
Me: "REALLY???"
Hannah: " Oh, no...wait...it was a Leprechaun."
Never a dull moment at my little house on the lane!!
Living Happily in the Moment!
Beverly
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Catching Up!
So...if you are caught up on your post readings for this week, you will note that it is Wednesday and I have been ill for the past few days...not really having the energy or the want to write a post!
I do feel better today...actually made it through a whole day of work, bathed my child and read her a bedtime story and now I am sitting back in my usual place at the kitchen table, contemplating my day and the rest of the days in this week. Life is back to normal.
My time on the sick bed (okay, it was really the sick couch...cause I hate to be stuck away from it all in the bedroom) gave me plenty of time to catch up on my sleep, which I did, and time to read and finish my latest paperback novel, which was great, and it also gave me some time to think. Now, admittedly, I did not think too long or much on any great topic, but I did luxuriate in solitude for more hours than I have been able to do in about two years so it was a nice change of pace.
I have many of those thoughts floating in my head this evening, I have sat here for fifteen minutes trying to lasso at least one of them and wrangle some kind of post from it...so far, I am keeping my title of CITY girl - not meant for any kind rodeo, imagined or the real horses and bull kind.
If the last few days have taught me anything, the lesson has come from watching on the sidelines as a family I hold dear, grandchildren, children, husband and wife have struggled and come to terms with some disappointing news regarding health and supposed length of life. To watch, ever so distantly, as people are given news that is crushing, to see the strength that envelopes them, the strength that comes only from knowing and trusting their Lord who holds all of us and our number of days in His sturdy hands, well, it has been inspiring. It has helped me look back at my life, to gaze at it in the present and focus my mind's eye telescope on the future in a totally new way.
Life has become precious once again. A simple reminder for me to stop and live each moment to the fullest and to concentrate on the happy moments in this life...not dwell so much on the ones that cause a tear to spring to the eye. Funny, three years ago, I wondered why, even did it on this very blog. Why would an event take place, why would a reunion take place, what could the purpose be in my life? I still wrestle with that question and the answer is still not completely formed, but through that event and reunion, I have been blessed by renewed relationships, profound life lessons and if nothing else, I see the reminder to cherish life and for that I am thankful.
Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev
I do feel better today...actually made it through a whole day of work, bathed my child and read her a bedtime story and now I am sitting back in my usual place at the kitchen table, contemplating my day and the rest of the days in this week. Life is back to normal.
My time on the sick bed (okay, it was really the sick couch...cause I hate to be stuck away from it all in the bedroom) gave me plenty of time to catch up on my sleep, which I did, and time to read and finish my latest paperback novel, which was great, and it also gave me some time to think. Now, admittedly, I did not think too long or much on any great topic, but I did luxuriate in solitude for more hours than I have been able to do in about two years so it was a nice change of pace.
I have many of those thoughts floating in my head this evening, I have sat here for fifteen minutes trying to lasso at least one of them and wrangle some kind of post from it...so far, I am keeping my title of CITY girl - not meant for any kind rodeo, imagined or the real horses and bull kind.
If the last few days have taught me anything, the lesson has come from watching on the sidelines as a family I hold dear, grandchildren, children, husband and wife have struggled and come to terms with some disappointing news regarding health and supposed length of life. To watch, ever so distantly, as people are given news that is crushing, to see the strength that envelopes them, the strength that comes only from knowing and trusting their Lord who holds all of us and our number of days in His sturdy hands, well, it has been inspiring. It has helped me look back at my life, to gaze at it in the present and focus my mind's eye telescope on the future in a totally new way.
Life has become precious once again. A simple reminder for me to stop and live each moment to the fullest and to concentrate on the happy moments in this life...not dwell so much on the ones that cause a tear to spring to the eye. Funny, three years ago, I wondered why, even did it on this very blog. Why would an event take place, why would a reunion take place, what could the purpose be in my life? I still wrestle with that question and the answer is still not completely formed, but through that event and reunion, I have been blessed by renewed relationships, profound life lessons and if nothing else, I see the reminder to cherish life and for that I am thankful.
Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev
Monday, March 8, 2010
The Dids and Did Nots!
Things I did not do this weekend...
I have also enjoyed the beautiful day - from inside my house. Here's hoping Tuesday is a better day. Hope Monday has been good to you and the week just gets better and better!
Living Happily in the Moment!
Beverly
- sleep
- laundry (well, at least not enough of it!)
- go downtown like I wanted to Friday night
- have a meal at a restaurant without a playground
- spend enough time with my husband
- sleep (oh, sorry..mentioned that already!!)
- cook
- watch the Oscars
- write anything worth posting!
- woke up entirely too early on Saturday and Sunday
- shopped with my child
- rejoiced with friends over answered prayers
- met friends for dinner at the Chick-fil-a
- chatted on facebook
- finished reading a book
- spent a lot of time in my favorite "Kiss Me I'm Irish" pj pants and shirt
- watched my child sing in church and speak into a microphone - with NO fear
- got a "bug" of some sort and felt sick, sick, sick.
I have also enjoyed the beautiful day - from inside my house. Here's hoping Tuesday is a better day. Hope Monday has been good to you and the week just gets better and better!
Living Happily in the Moment!
Beverly
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Oh What A Beautiful Morning! Oh What A Beautiful Day!
This is the sky outside my window this morning. It is absolutely beautiful. Breathtaking, deep and rich and blue...blue...blue!I want to jump into the middle of it and float. Okay...not really, I am afraid of heights - but if it were down on the ground...that is exactly what I would want to do!
This week has been long, not a lot has happened in our world. It is Saturday and my girl and I are doing laundry and will soon venture out into this beautiful day to do a little girlie girl shopping. She is in need of pencil grips and erasers...ah...the shopping list of a five year old! We are off to see what neat and cool and pretty ones we can find.
Hope you have a beautiful blue sky wherever you are this day.
Living Happily in the Moment!
Beverly
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Ode To A Fried Pickle!
It has been an exhausting day...and I have resorted to my favorite comfort food this evening. Fried Dill Pickles! In honor of that comfort, I am re-running this blog post from January 2008. If you are a new reader, chances are you haven't been introduced to this speciality from my "back home." If you are a long-time reader, I apologize for the re-run. I will return with an original post soon!! Thanks!
Back in Mississippi, where I come from, there is a delicacy that is known as Fried Pickle Chips. Now, before you go and freak out on me -- you must taste this in order to rightly judge. It is heaven in a small, fried bundle, dipped lightly in Ranch dressing. Crunchy, sour, greasy, and all around just plain yummy!
This afternoon, after a particularly harrowing morning of housework, laundry, and cooking followed by a healthy dose of a picking up after a three year old, I developed a taste for this down home deep-fried treat.
I have never found them on any menu in this town - the only place is at home in Mississippi at the Fish House. So, loving the internet, like I do, I went surfing and believe it or not - I found a recipe! An honest to goodness, from Mississippi, recipe for Fried Pickle Chips, even more exciting, I had all the ingredients in my pantry.
It was all I could do to wait until 1 PM when my sweet munckin was ready for her nap so I could make this scrumptous deliciousness. Oh, and yes, I made them and even better, I ATE THEM ALL UP! No saving some to share, no putting some back for my sleeping daughter or husband to try -- nope - not me -- I ATE THEM UP! I am pretty territorial when it comes to my fried pickles. And you know what -- they were yummy! They were almost as good as the fare served at the Fish House in Hometown, Mississippi but of course they could never be as good because there was not a waitress, serving them in a basket, bringing them to me at a table and allowing me to eat them and then leave without doing dishes!
Even though I had to serve myself, and do the dishes afterwards they were still yummy and delicious and the best comfort food I know.
If you haven't tried them, don't knock it! And now that I have the recipe, you can be sure that they might just be on the menu if you are ever invited for supper.
Back in Mississippi, where I come from, there is a delicacy that is known as Fried Pickle Chips. Now, before you go and freak out on me -- you must taste this in order to rightly judge. It is heaven in a small, fried bundle, dipped lightly in Ranch dressing. Crunchy, sour, greasy, and all around just plain yummy!
This afternoon, after a particularly harrowing morning of housework, laundry, and cooking followed by a healthy dose of a picking up after a three year old, I developed a taste for this down home deep-fried treat.
I have never found them on any menu in this town - the only place is at home in Mississippi at the Fish House. So, loving the internet, like I do, I went surfing and believe it or not - I found a recipe! An honest to goodness, from Mississippi, recipe for Fried Pickle Chips, even more exciting, I had all the ingredients in my pantry.
It was all I could do to wait until 1 PM when my sweet munckin was ready for her nap so I could make this scrumptous deliciousness. Oh, and yes, I made them and even better, I ATE THEM ALL UP! No saving some to share, no putting some back for my sleeping daughter or husband to try -- nope - not me -- I ATE THEM UP! I am pretty territorial when it comes to my fried pickles. And you know what -- they were yummy! They were almost as good as the fare served at the Fish House in Hometown, Mississippi but of course they could never be as good because there was not a waitress, serving them in a basket, bringing them to me at a table and allowing me to eat them and then leave without doing dishes!
Even though I had to serve myself, and do the dishes afterwards they were still yummy and delicious and the best comfort food I know.
If you haven't tried them, don't knock it! And now that I have the recipe, you can be sure that they might just be on the menu if you are ever invited for supper.
Monday, March 1, 2010
True Peace
I was shuffling through my camera card the other day and ran across this picture of my child, my "sleeping, off in dreamland, zonked out, had a rough and tumble day" child.She also is wearing some "Elvis Presley, 1970's, I am a rock star" shades. I think it just adds to the picture as does the rabbit and the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup shirt she is sporting...I just love the whole thing. She is definitely an "at rest and peaceful" kiddo in this picture! She has no idea how human the driver was on this trip, how many times I got distracted, or what vehicle with bright lights almost ran us off the road. She had faith in me, so much so that she could fall fast asleep and never worry.
I remember my own childhood and the memory of falling asleep in the backseat and being carried inside, tucked in bed and left to dream the night away. Peace, true peace. The trust in someone that causes a small child to doze off to dreamland in the backseat of a moving vehicle. The peace that the driver is perfectly capable of maneuvering any obstacles and charting the correct course for home without even a blink. Blind, child-like faith that gives way to peaceful, restful sleep. I remember those days. The days before I realized that at any moment vehicles could hurl themselves toward us, or the driver could take a wrong turn, or fall asleep, or any of the other reasons that my, now adult, control freak self finds to keep from taking a cat nap on a drive...anywhere!
I long for that kind of peace, especially on a day when the events are uncertain, when things are happening all around me that bring NO peace. It occurred to me as I was pondering all of this that as a Christian, I do have that peace, if only I tap into it. Unlike my daughter, whose driver was mortal and human and frail, I can lay my head on the figurative backseat, close my eyes, listen to the steady hum of tires on pavement and the gentle sounds of a radio song and drift off to a land without a care. My Saviour is driving the car of my life's journey. I can put my absolute trust in Him, He can maneuver the obstacles, He KNOWS the way home, and I can rest, really rest, no matter what happens on this ride called life.
I have friends, who are as dear as family to me, going through a test of that kind of peace this morning. Their loved one is facing a daunting surgical procedure. I hope they realize this morning as with every morning on this journey who is driving the car. I wish for them the kind of peace displayed in the above photograph of my child. God is driving the car this morning, rest in His peace and know that all will be well.
Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev
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