Moments in time.

 The past few months have been full of life, love, loss.

We have celebrated.

We have grieved.

But never once..........

Did time slow down to allow us to grab hold and hang on.

Moments,  no matter how we treasure them

slip away as the next one slides in place.

I have welcomed a new grandson,

grieved over the loss of a cousin.

Celebrated the joy of my Aunt turning 90!

Spent many nights awake waiting for updates

from a Christian comedian I have never met

simply because I walk with the Lord, believe in prayer

and her precious hubby had had a stroke.

We prayed and prayed and prayed.....

In the end David went home with the Lord.

I have also prayed for an amazing little 7 year old who

just had bone marrow transplant.

Every picture his precious mom posts this child has a wide smile,

the light of the Lord shines through his little face....

As does it with all his family as they go through this together.

 We continue to pray, he is healing.

Tomorrow another grandson begins a whole new

adventure: kindergarten.

His mommy will put him on the bus with his older brother and off he goes......

Out in the world.

Wasn't it just yesterday she brought him home?

I hold my newest grandson and his fingers curl around mine.

I look at his face and thank the Lord.

Yet, wasn't it just yesterday I did the same when I held his daddy?

I am so glad that I have the Lord to hold me close.

As the moments keep marching by in my life.

I met my hubby later in life and in less than a month

we celebrate our 20th anniversary.

There is an 8 year difference between us.

He will be 76 later this month.

So many, many moments of life we have seen together in these years.

We both came from a place that left us broken and fragile.

Together with the Lord we built beauty from the ashes.

HE is our strength.

Yes, I am in a melancholy mood tonight.

Playing around with my photography.

Just because I feel the urge to remind myself and you,

how fragile life really is.

How good the Lord is through all the moments of our lives.

How prayer and praise weaved through the fabric of our days

brings comfort, strength, surrender to HIM.

I close by dedicating this to my hubby, Terry.

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

 Jim Croce, lyrics from Time in a bottle.

From my heart to yours,

may your moments be blessed.

Lynn

This originally was linked with Spiritual Sundays  about 9 months ago.  My youngest grandson will be a year old next month.

My hubby has macular degeneration and a torn retina.

This has been a beautiful time with the Lord because for more reasons than my hubby's

vision issue, I am at a place where all I can do is "wait on Him".

While I wait, I seek out even more beauty, common beauty, beauty in nature,

inspiration with my Nikon.

I just read this over tonight and read the words to the song, Time in a bottle.

Oh how I wish I could bottle up time so it won't slip away........

No one can do that.

All I can do is live each day in grace bestowed on me from Him.

I have asked him to teach me to wait on Him with a grateful heart

and a mouth full of praise

and a life of grace that glorifies Him.

He can give him strength through this.

He can do anything, anytime.

I stay open to possibilities and close to the Lord.

How great Thou art!