Snow Angel Sentiments

                              please listen to the music....

                               
                                   So,somewhere between

snow angels....

                                      and sand castles...

                                      You grew up.

     You're out there now and all I can do is cover you with prayer.

              And yes, somewhere between piano lessons ...

                               and horseback riding,

        
                    
                               The girl became a woman.


                  Time is precious ,and oh so fleeting
             When you're young. And days are minutes 
                         That stretch on forever it seems.
                                    

                                           You grew up. 


                          Found wings and flew,

                 And I'm here thinking about snow angels.

My oldest daughter is nineteen. She is only a couple hours away; at school and she does come home most weekends. This post is about her... and was 
inspired by watching a sweet ,little girl at our school  make a snow angel.She was wearing a pink snowsuit and her eyes were crinkled into half moons as she innocently transported me to another time and place.....

                               This was taken a few months ago.
                               

                 

                                   image from here


                           God gave us memories so that we may 
                          have roses in December.
                                       ( J.M. Barrie)

Feet For Him

Katrina got new boots today. She couldn't wait to come home and try on her "new" pink rubber boots with handles.She put them on and ran out the door with girlish glee.She runs around the perimeter of our lawn,her little ponytails flying behind her in the wind.

All the while ,she is chattering away to no one that I can see but I'm sure is there with her in the great beyond of her imagination.

She looks so innocent and carefree as I stand here in the doorway watching.......

It's the way it should be.

Simple things in life....such joy, a,nice spring day,new pink boots and a little girl savouring every moment.

I don't know; but right now I could take a walk in those boots.

I penned the above in April of 1999, when Katrina was four.

Last week she left to go on her first missions trip,to a native reserve in Northern Ontario.

She will not accompany us here    http://www.kingdombound.com/    in a few days when we leave for our holidays.:(  She would have loved to ,but her trip had been planned before this.

Choices and decisions; all part of growing up.

                                       Packing. Oh, the agony of  deciding what NOT to bring!!

     "How beautiful are the feet of those, who bring good news."

Acts 10:15