Weight Gain?

Things that make you go "Hmmmm..."

Is this normal?

A Dream Realized

I have always wanted to be able to take night shots. Thanks to a telephoto lens that my sweet hubby gave me for my birthday, I have now realized a dream I have had for a long time...capturing a piece of God's creation.

I Feel the Earth...Move...Under My Feet!

No, I am not going to sing a Carole King song...although that might be an idea for someone for the Memorial Christmas Party...

No...I have been diagnosed with Vestibular Neuronitis so I feel like I have been playing "Spin Like a Top" with my grandkids too long. The house litterally feels like it is spinning if I move. So those who like roller coaster rides feel free to come on over...oh, wait, I'm the only one that will notice the ride...nevermind. I am suppose to be getting better soon, until then guess I will just yell "wheeee!" everytime I get up.

"I feel the Earth...move..under my feet! I feel the sky tum-bl-in' down! A tum-bl-in' down!"

Held

Two months is too little. They let him go.

They had no sudden healing.

To think that providence would Take a child from his mother while she prays

Is appalling.

Who told us we'd be rescued?

What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?

We're asking why this happens To us who have died to live?

It's unfair.

This is what it means to be held.

How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive.

This is what it is to be loved.

And to know that the promise was

When everything fell we'd be held.

This hand is bitterness.

We want to taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow.

The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.

This is what it means to be held.

How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive.

This is what it is to be loved.

And to know that the promise was

When everything fell we'd be held.

If hope is born of suffering.

If this is only the beginning.

Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

This is what it means to be held.

How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive.

This is what it is to be loved.

And to know that the promise was

When everything fell

we'd be held.

Natalie Grant

Better Hands

This is for Kaleb who just lost his best friend.
(Thank you, Brenda, for letting God use your posts.)