It was a long hard day. While the adults talked a little girlie conked out!
The ottoman for the easy chair in Grandpa’s living room was
available and comfy. She was sound asleep before she knew it
and she never even found out when
her Daddy picked her up in his strong arms and carried her safely home.
A big weekend, lots of things things to do finally caught up with her.
This morning, I look at these pictures of this little girl we love
so much, and think about falling asleep and being picked up and
carried home by a Father
who loves me and protects me and has a place prepared for me.
I’ve been tempted to be weary of the race.
Every day the things of this old world
disappoint, dismay and discourage.
I’ve given my life to not focusing on the negative.
But sometimes it seems like a tsunami.
When the day gets too long.
When the strength is all gone.
When courage fails
And it seems that evil wins —
It is comforting to remember that I can rest in quiet peace
fearing nothing, worrying about nothing.
That I will wake up in the morning.
The people I love will be there.
And I will see the face of the one who carried me safely there.
This is love at its truest.
Hope at its purest.
Joy at its fullest.
My heart gives grateful praise.