Even in darkest night-time,
When eyes are bereft of light…
The One who sees and knows all
Still gives songs in the night.
Whitest snow dusting trees like
powdered sugar frosting the earth.
My gift to you this day.
These are the bonus years.
Trust me, let go of
your grip of lesser things.
Take my hand and
walk with me…one step at a time.
You need not fear life’s changing seasons.
I’m already there, waiting for you.
Are you coming?
There are many things
I’ve yet to show you.
Many miles you’ve yet to travel,
Many roads to walk with me,
Many joys yet to know.
These are the bonus years.
The best lies just beyond the open door,
where hearts respond to Spirit’s call,
and Jesus bids us follow.
Lay your head on my shoulder,
and lean hard on me. Rejoice. Let Go. Let God.
Take my hand, I’ll lead you home.
You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy
in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.
Knitted creation of God’s hovering love,
in the secret place of mother’s womb.
Interwoven, delicate and
wonderfully made handiwork of God.
God’s knitted tapestry
from heart of love.
All the days ordained for me were written in your book before
one of them came to be.
Reflections from Psalm 139
Pass the story down from generation to generation (Joel 1:3 NLT).
“Grandma, do you know everywhere you walk, you leave your footprints?”
Looking down, I saw a perfect set of footprints on the freshly carpeted floor. My granddaughter was right—
and her words gripped my heart. She was watching my every move, even where I walked.
It made me wonder—what kind of impression am I leaving on the hearts of my grandchildren?
Someone said, “A child is born only once, but a grandparent is reborn with each new grandchild”. How True! Grandchildren know how to pour new life into grandparents.
There’s just no greater joy than spending time with them. My husband, Dave and I are always excited about having the grand-kids come for a visit. We may sometimes be tired when they leave to go home, but its the most rewarding tired there is! It doesn’t take long for us to rest up and we’re ready for them to come again!
I think of my Grandma Biggs. She was the happiest when she was with her children and grandchildren, yet the joy of the Lord remained constant in her life no matter whom she was with. My greatest childhood memories were made in the love and joy I felt when I went to grandma’s house.
I was always greeted with a joyful smile and big hug. Her laughter was contagious—her love unconditional. Grandma was always there for me—to listen—to pray—to encourage.
Even after she died, memories of her life were a constant source of encouragement.
And when life’s challenges left me shaken in faith and in need of wisdom; I asked myself, “What would Grandma want me to do.” I knew the answer. This loving fortress of a woman always encouraged me to look to the Lord for strength and direction.
I know He hears my heart’s cry. I know He loves and forgives me. I know my life is a work in progress.
And so is yours. He will complete the work He started in me—and in you!
Lord, Help us leave loving footprints of the Savior on the hearts of others for generations to come. Amen.
- Pass The Story Down (glendamills.com)
What is it about this man I love so much,
his winsome personality or loving touch?
What drew me to him in the first place,
mere chance, coincidence, or amazing grace.
What makes a woman fall in love with her man,
some magical moment when he takes her hand?
Oh why should I question and wonder so,
when deep in my heart the answer I know.
Long ago before we met, God had a plan,
for this woman, and this man!
At just the right time to my surprise,
you looked at me with love in your eyes.
Through changing seasons, together we’ve grown,
and our love has simply gone on and on.
A wonderful father and grandfather you’ve been;
Sweetheart and husband and my dearest friend.
Updated poem of sweet memories in Luray, VA
Revised December 2018