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His Hem

"And, behold, a woman,which was diseased with an issue of blood twelve years, came behind him, and touched the hem of his garment: For she said within herself,If I may but touch his garment, I shall be whole."-Matthew 9:20-21. What a wonderful state of faith to be in. How beautiful.

She didn't need an appointment with Jesus. She didn't need a sermon. She didn't even have to see His face, or feel His touch to love and know her redeemer.

Mother Teresa has said,"Love has a hem to her garment that reaches the very dust. It sweeps the stains from the streets and lanes"

May I touch His hem that sweeps the stains from my heart and softly caresses with love, so that I may touch the very dust of life and serve.

Peace,
RuthV

Giorraíonn Beirt Bóthar

The journey has been fascinating,joyful,slow,fast,hard. It's been tear stained,smile stained, pain stained, stained with beauty, colored with joy.It's been walking side by side holding each others hand. Deep love and respect.

Twenty eight years from then til now. Sometimes a quick peek over our shoulder at where we've been,always moving forward with anticipation.I am so deeply pleased and thankful to share the road with you.

To the love of my life.

Ruth V.

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