Dragon Fly on My Window

What an ANT!!!!!

Have a great weekend!!

Six Word Memoir

Just a few years ago, I was driving and praying. Praying about my family and their relationship to God. Suddenly, a scene from a British production of the Chronicles of Narnia (from 1989 or so) came to my mind vividly; I could hear the words in my mind, once again.

Lucy, the little girl who believed in Aslan the Lion (who is the analogy to Jesus) kept trying to tell her siblings about him. As they traveled, Lucie could see glimpses of Aslan. Her family didn't quite believe. In the particular scene that I remembered as I was driving and praying, Lucie sees Aslan and talks to him as her family has walked on. Aslan says these words to her, slowly, and with loving authority: "You must follow me alone, child."

As is often the case when I feel that God is speaking to me, I realized He had used this scene to communicate something very important. I love my family--my husband and my sons---but my first responsibility is to follow God with my own heart first; and if I go alone, I still must go.

My six word memoir would have to be that.

You must follow Me alone, child.

Jesus is the Life

I purchased flowers recently to be the first ones on our son's grave marker. The marker came in only days before what would have been his 22nd birthday.

John 11:25 is on the marker. It reads,

"I am the resurrection and the life; he that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.."

This is a message of hope for all of us that have accepted His forgiveness.

Butterflies and God's Love

I posted this entry on Picture My Thoughts yesterday. It was so special to me that I wanted to put it here, too. If you want to see the butterfly, you can go to Picture My Thoughts.

It is such a reminder of God's love.

Our son wanted to go camping for his 13th birthday. As I stood by the lake, it was quiet and peaceful. A natural spring produced the clear, cold water surrounded by lush, green foliage. Gazing out into such beauty, I saw it; a very large, yellow and black butterfly, flittering this way and that, over the water, back to the land and out to the water again. I tried to take a picture of this meandering creature of the sky, but it was futile. I couldn't keep up with its erractic movements in the air.

Although I don't quite remember the exact words I prayed, I asked God to have the butterfly come to me so that I could take its picture. I really wanted to photograph it up close.

I stood at the water's edge, having spoken to God about my desire to photograph this beautiful butterfly, waiting to see its next move. It began a fluttering path toward the ground near me. As it landed, I took a step, ever so gently; then a step or two more, until I was standing over it. With almost every click of my camera I was saying, "Thank You, God!" I moved the extended lens of my camera within only inches from this lovely creation. It opened its wings and sat still as I took picture after picture. It was as if it was obediently posing. After awhile, it lifted its wings and took to flight once again in the afternoon sunshine. I hurried back to tell my family of God's answer to my prayer.

Do the little things in our lives matter to God? I think so. I know He knew I wanted to photograph one of His butterflies. When I asked Him, He said, "Yes," by instructing the exact one that I wanted to come to me. What an encouragement to be reminded that God is ever present in every facet of our lives, watching over our needs and the desires of our heart.

I hope you all have a great week!

Love, Myra