Peace

In all the pain and suffering, love and joy- He is there.

He is there in the deep quiet of the soul.

Sometimes I can picture-"feel" crawling into His arms and being wrapped tight in His greatness.

So blessed.

RuthV

Whispering Hope

The earth is awakening from its slumber as new life bursts through. Crocus' are blooming in spite of sudden snowstorms-whispering hope, whispering resilience, whispering life.

I love spring, especially around Easter when the earth and the soul begin to stir and shake off the grit of the winter. It's a time of reflection, renewal and hope.

May the spring rain wash away the grit from your doorstep. May you feel the tenacity of new life. May you feel hope, knowing that "He makes all things new."

Peace,
Ruth

Lullaby

He has the glow of something new from heaven. His eyes are deep and I wonder what he has seen before he reached our arms. Does he dream of those sights? Are they a fading memory?
My grandson sent on his way from heaven with a kiss I am sure, from his great grandpa to his first grandchild who stole his heart.

Nine little words from a daughter,"There's someone here who would like to meet you." brought tears of joy and amazement at His goodnes and the mystery of life.

He is beautiful. He is a part of the past, present and future. He is a gift.He is innocence. He is love. He is joy. He is ours to hold and nurture.

This world is scary. It's the oposite of where he came from. He renews my hope. He rekindles my want of a better world for him. He stirs the longing to protect him from hurt. He awakens the childlike wonder and excitement of sharing with him beauty.

He is hope. He is love.
May he grow strong this wee lad. May he grow to know God. May he know peace and love and share it with a world that desperatly needs it.

A lullaby for my grandson-I love you my dear.

Peace,
Nana

Little Pillow

I've noticed lately that the simple things bring me much delight and pleasure. Even something as simple as laying my head down on a soft pillow when I'm worn out feels so good.

Pillows bring comfort, relief for weary heads, serve as an aid to prop up. They are wonderful little things.

I heard someone say recently that little pillows in the form of a kind word or action help to soften the blows of life. How true.

Life can treat us rough sometimes and those little pillows are so sweet.

I think I'm going to go look for someone who needs a pillow. Nothing elaborate. Nothing big. It just needs to be soft.

Peace,
Ruth V

Lovingly Maintained

Four years ago our eldest daughter-who had only been married three weeks was in a terrible car accident. She took the full force of a car that went through a red light.
The driver didn't remember seeing any light.

It's a call you hope never to receive. I remember crying, but more than that I remember the sound that came from my body. It was a sound that I had never heard before or since. A mother moaning for her child.

We had no idea at that moment what the future held for her. I wasn't there to stop the car. I wasn't there to stop the pain, the blood. I couldn't maintain. I couldn't maintain what happened.

While I was still oblivious to the accident, God sent angels alongside her. Firemen and paramedics who cut the metal to free her. Doctors and nurses whose hands knew exactly what to do. A chorus of prayers.

God was there.

Now, in just a few weeks, that same daughter-who God has so lovingly held and blessed-will, along with her husband, welcome their first child. Our first grandchild. A miracle.

As I sat in church the other week and listened to the prayer of St. Patrick,I was reassured and affirmed once again of Gods love and mercy upholding and surrounding us. I thought of my children, husband, loved ones now in heaven who had finished the race and of people I don't even know, who suffer in the darkness.

It was also the Sunday when families gather to give thanks for the gift of new life in their family. One father began to pray thanking God for the precious gift they had been entrusted with. He then said "Lord, because you are the creator of this child, you know best how to maintain." Amen brother.

Peace,
Ruth V

I`m So Glad God Is Love

Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel
before the Lord our Maker.
Psalm 95:6

Peace,
Ruth V

The Italian Grocery Lady

Awhile back, a cashier at the grocery store commented on the bread I was buying, and told me how much she enjoyed it with a cup of coffee. I agreed . Soon my visits to the grocery store were made special if she happened to be working that day. I started to always go to her line, even if other ones were moving faster.

Together we have had great conversations about delightful foods to have with a good cup of coffee, art, children and interesting little places to visit.

One day as we were speaking of our children, she looked at me and said, "I've always believed raising children is ones greatest masterpiece."

Priceless items at the checkout.

Peace.
Ruth V.