"Baby A"

She's a thumb sucker - no surprise here!

We're about to have a new addition
To a family ever growing.
God has a way of planting love
Without us even knowing.

A fourth generation baby
Is about to enter our world.
We're about to witness God's Handiwork
Thru another baby girl.

How can one love one that's unseen?
The answer is plain to see.
We love this one we've not yet met
Because we love her mommy.

She'll be here before we blink.
This I know is true.
And our worlds will change yet once again
In all things old and new.

Crickett

Sometimes Pictures Are . . . .

Worth . . . .

A Thousand Words!

What a Morning!

Needed to run Baby Girl to the doc's this morning. Her appointment was at 8:10. She's been coughing a junky sounding cough, sneezing, and not sleeping. In general, she was - is - just plain miserable. The doctor, well, Joyce, found two ear infections and said her cough could be some kind of virus that is running around (heard that before). She sent her over to the hospital to be tested for this "virus". I don't remember what the name is, but she used initials when she spoke of it. I met Kelly there and we sat and waited until we were called back so they could collect some snot from Baby Girl's not so happy nose. Kelly should know before long what ails the poor darling. Piper, aka: Baby Girl, still continued to smile her sweet smile. She only cried when they "plunged" her tiny, and I mean tiny, little nose.

When I got home I had some minor "surgery" to perform. Helena's little bear was losing her little pink nose. (What is this with noses today?) And of course Mom-mom had the means by which to fix it. I repaired Goldilock's little bear and threw her in the washing machine along with all of Baby Girl's toys, blankets that she was using and the one she had at the doc's and hospital, her coat and her car seat cover!

Then, and only then did I get to eat breakfast.

The things we do for love.

"Dancing With God"

I, by nature, am not a follower.
But, equally, I don't see myself as a leader either. Go figure.

And. . . I'm sure I drive people nuts. Actually, I'm almost positive that I do. But they tolerate me and send me things like the following "article". (I love them for it.) I don't know who wrote it but I love it and I am going to embrace it.


Dancing With God

When I meditated on the word Guidance,
I kept seeing "dance" at the end of the word.
I remember reading that doing God's will is a lot like dancing.
When two people try to lead, nothing feels right.
The movement doesn't flow with the music,
and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky.
When one person realizes that, and lets the other lead,
both bodies begin to flow with the music.
One gives gentle cues, perhaps with a nudge to the back
or by pressing Lightly in one direction or another.
It's as if two become one body, moving beautifully.
The dance takes surrender, willingness,
and attentiveness from one person
and gentle guidance and skill from the other.
My eyes drew back to the word Guidance.
When I saw "G": I thought of God, followed by "u" and "i".
"God, "u" and "i" dance."
God, you, and I dance.
As I lowered my head, I became willing to trust
that I would get guidance about my life..
Once again, I became willing to let God lead...
My prayer for you today is that God's blessings
and mercies are upon you on this day and everyday.
May you abide in God, as God abides in you.
Dance together with God, trusting God to lead
and to guide you through each season of your life.

I am going to stop, breath in, breath out, wait for God's hand to touch my back, then . . .dance.

My Poetry

Sometimes you just have to say what's on your heart.

"My Dear Arron and Hur"

My Dear Aaron and Hur,
These thoughts are just for you
I can't express enough my love
For all the things you do.

You spend your time in prayer
For the simple likes of me
You never, ever hesitate
When I ask for bended knee.

You listen to my heartaches
You ponder what to say
You give me sound advice
And then you stop and pray.

I pondered and I prayed
Before I asked this task from you
To be "my Aaron and my Hur"
'Cause no one else would do.

Your gentle spirits move me
To examine myself each day
Before I come a'runnin'
Asking you to pray.

I know why you do these things
Why you let me vent to you
It's because of your love for God
It shows in everything you do.

I imagine as I'm "spouting"
You're praying as I speak
To interject what might work
Without making me feel meek.

Maybe you don't say anything
Anything at all
Just sitting close by my side
To catch me if I fall.

You cry with me when it's bad
You cry for me when I'm done
Then you quietly in your love
Point to the important One.

I can't begin to tell you
How much you mean to me
Cannot even try to imagine
Where, without you, I would be.

Crickett



Diane and Heidi,
Heidi and Diane,

I truly do love you ladies. You will never know, this side of eternity, what you mean to me and how you've touched my heart. It doesn't matter to me which you are - Aaron or Hur. It just matters that you are.

Eternally Grateful,
Barb