Running Free

My best girl and I went to the park.

It was so fun.
I got shingles again over Mother's Day and really missed being able to spend time with my little granddaughter.  Today we made up for lost time.  Lots of fun together at the park and even had a picnic supper there with Papa. 

I am wearing my Team Boom Shirt for Tripp Halstead. Tripp He is a little boy that I and hundreds of thousands of others have been praying for. I feel like he is one of my own kids now. Prayer is so important to me. It is what got me through my own child's transplant surgery.  

Woolie Lambs

All day I have been thinking about Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Conn. 
Praying alot and grieving makes me think about sheep and more importantly about The 23rd Psalm.



Our Ewe Freckles

 Freckles.  Not a very good picture of her. She was loved by my family when I was growing up.  I always think of her when I think of the 23rd Psalm and how when I was little hearing that psalm in church made me happy I had lambs and Freckles at home. 

The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name' sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.

-- KJV

I think I will do some knitting tonight and let the wool run through my fingers. Knit, pray, knit, pray.

Anne

 

Surround Yourself

The best thing I could do last night was visit two of my grandchildren.

On such a dark day I looked for light and love.

My arms full of babies.

We decorated cookies.  Enjoying the sweetness of life.

Spent a reflective day today.  Praying for the families in Conn.  Praying for the futures of our children. 
Asking questions like why are we armed to the teeth?
Why is mental health care so far behind the needs for it?
Why do we have to lock our children into schools to make them safe?
I know God is with us. 
Hold us together Lord in the palm of your hand and help us to search the right ways in this world you have given us. 

Lambie

 

God's Eyes

My favorite picture of Mya.

Sometimes she is shy and even closes her eyes to make herself feel safe.  You know, "if I can't see you then you can't see me".
In this picture she is at Siesta Beach. The huge expanse of sand and water surrounding her.  The Gulf of Mexico behind her as far as one can see. 
Mya is not afraid.  Her eyes are on her mother and father.  Her parents are with her.   She is safe.  She is bold.  She is striding with confidence, joy, purpose.  She is exalted. 

In this same way our Father God 's eyes watch over us.   If only we will look to him in every circumstance we can feel this safe, this bold, this exalted.

King David asked in Psalm 139: 7-10

"If I go up to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in the depths, You are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast."

 

The Lord will watch over you

In Psalm 121:7-8, he gave us a precious promise:

"The Lord will keep you from all harm - He will watch over your life.
The Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore."

 

Blessings on you my dearest Mya.  I pray you always feel the love of God your Heavenly Father and know in your heart this safety.
Gramma.

Yes I Did

Did you really do it?  Or is it just a picture?  No, I really did it. That is my wrist you are looking at.

Something that says what I can't always manage to say.  Something beautiful. Something I never would have dreamed that I would do.  Yet there it is along with the miracles and the Faith.  There is my one and only tattoo.
I am home. We are all presently in a safe harbour.  God is with us.
Anne

Packing For the Hospital

I started packing. There is only worrying and packing to do. I choose to pack.
I have my mother's bible ready. It is crammed with notes and papers.

Mom's Bible

There are passages marked in here that I know will be perfect when I need them.
Then I packed the project bags.
Hospital Knitting is different from any ordinary knitting.  I guess it is even more ordinary.  It is knitting that you just knit. The stitches you know and can rely on.  The ones that comfort you. 
I have an old friend in this bag.

Kathleen Taylor's wristers

 Wristersby Kathleen Taylor. They are the perfect wristers and so pretty made with bright self striping yarn. Kathleen writes a blog that I follow. She is a writer and fiber instructed her patterns are easy to follow.
In this bag I have Knitty wristers.  Knitty is always good. Like thousands of old and dear friends are stitting with you knitting along on their much beloved patterns.
This is my knitty project bag with some beautiful wool yarn a friend sent me last year.


Fall Berry By Knitty
 

this wrister has a pattern so it will be for the really good days. Since the yarn is white I will be able to see the pattern through my cataracts.  Yeah I'm hoping too.


Groups of Loops Cowl

by Dani Hodge

I have lush old Shetland Wool in this bag. For a simple cowl. I found this yarn at a thrift shop and I know it has waited years for this chance to be picked up and worked with.



Silver's Sock Class
 

Here is a bag of socks.  The endless socks. Not the colonoscopy socks those are a dead end... These are hopeful pretty blue stretchy socks  .... Hopeful I can find the original pattern. (and I did on ravelry)
Here is everything all lying out and ready for packng.

& yes the Xanax is packed.  A mother needs HER Mother's  bible, her knitting and her Xanax when her child is in the hospital. 
They all fit in the big red Donate Blood project bag

I have not donated blood lately, my H & H don't want to cooperate, neither does my blood pressure.  Maybe you will have the opportunity to donate.  It is so important.

I am ready and waiting for the call that says "yes YES" and then I will book my flight and leave for Boston.  It is just hours away. I am ready. I have been ready for years. 
I am praying for the donor family. I am praying for my family and for the Dr's hands and hearts.
I am relying on my angels above and my friends and family here on earth.  I am in God's hands and so is my son.
I am full of hope and Xanax. Please pray with me. God to guide us, God to Hold us. God to bring us Salvation.
Anne.