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Through the Eyes of a Child

I am back home after my adventures with the grand littles. I only used my phone to take photos. It was different for me, as I enjoy the use of a regular camera. But wanted to avoid extra weight and I am still struggling with why certain photos, from a particular camera are going to neverland.  I often like to capture a shot that is not posed. I wondered what my grandson was seeing and thinking about the boat ride. Here is another one that I have posted previously on his first Metrolink train ride.

Mile’s is a deep thinker and this grandmother was certainly impressed with his many skills. Grandma Bobbie, as I am known to my grandchildren learned some new things about herself. The process of aging slows one’s body down, and the energy level is quite not up to par. Times of feeling somewhat fragile and not as strong is quite an awakening. But this adventure was not about me, but the opportunity to allow the little’s to see grandma in her silliness, singing songs along with them and hopefully seeing that she is young at heart.

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Summertime

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My son Eric and his grandmother

It has been months of birthdays.. Starting in May with a newborn, then her little brother, then their mother, my daughter, then my oldest son and today my youngest son and my husband. While rummaging through pictures, my heart strings are pulled, as I think about my children and how they have grown to be responsible young adults. I must admit, though, that sending a birthday wish, through a text or a phone call, does not take the place of hands on and giving the individual a hug… I hope you all feel the Love….

I am sure you all have been thinking that I have been away on a luxury cruise or something like that…The truth is that we are motivated to relocate. We want to be able to see our young grandchildren on a more regular basis. We began the momentum by having two garage sales and sorting through things we had not seen in over three years. It was not fun! All of the little stuff like dried up pens, nails and bolts and tiny miscellaneous things were a real pain… grumble grumble. Then heavy things that were impossible for me to move was frustrating. After about a month of numerous trips to our local thrift stores, we got our garage cleaned up and organized. It looks wonderful! It was worth the hard work, and after all of that and prayer,  it was decided for us, that we should stay put a bit longer. In time we hope to purchase a trailer and experience a nomadic life style. Quite a while ago I changed my settings here at WordPress to be able to read blogs at my Reader. It is not working out well for me. I think it was better when I was notified through my email inbox. Now I have to figure out how to switch back to the other method. I am also contemplating starting up a new blog.. Here I go again.. I hope you are all having a good summer or whatever season you may be in. I look forward to getting back into the swing of things.. Remember that God is good, and all of the time.. xx

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Tears

DSCN0434In a wave of emotion, Hank had laid the letter on Mollie’s worn bible. Having it visible brought him some comfort. Her quiet time in the morning had always been her first priority.  She did her best to be up before the birds and before the pitter- patter of little feet could  be heard, and she continued this practice into the teenage years of their children. Thanksgiving Day went by like any other day. The pain in his right shoulder, instigated by too many falls off horses in his younger years had caught up with him. No amount of whiskey or Ben Gay brought relief. He settled himself in his easy chair and prepared for what might come from reading the letter.

DSCN0550He had been afraid to read the contents, and as he slowly read each word of the sweet simple letter, years of pent-up emotion spilled out like a dam that had burst. The tears came from the depth of his soul where nothing, nor no one could reach in the past few years. After a matter of minutes he was able to gain his composure and took in a  few deep breaths. He felt as though a weight had been lifted and a sense of peace overcame him. So, Kayleigh and Libby were following in their grandpa’s footsteps. He recalled the times he played the fiddle for the girls when they were just toddling about, sometimes following him into his workshop where he spent numerous hours building and repairing violins.

IMG_1880He had not been in the shop for years. When Mollie departed, he lost interest in music, his reason for living was gone. Gone was the laughter, the singing and the smell of bread baking in the old stove. Why, he had asked God over and over again.  Hearing of his granddaughter’s interest in music sparked a light within him that hadn’t been there for a long time.

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

Psalm 51:17