Ethne stayed with us this weekend and this morning she awoke early. I asked her if she would like to have a tea party. She got excited and said, “We’ll have a tea picnic?” Here are pictures of her having tea.
Recently, Ethne joined Craig and I at graduation party. She twirled, kicked and hopped around the dance floor. I swung her in circles and sway around a bit myself. Being near a dance floor, in charge of a two-year-old, is lots of fun. No excuses needed for acting childlike if you’re with a youngster.
We ate. Folks sang karaoke, we clapped for them. And from time to time we took the trip to the far side of the building to visit the bathroom. On the way back from one such journey, I turned aside for a moment to get a cup of coffee. Ethne was off to my left as I quickly prepared my drink. The next thing I knew she was rushing back toward the dance area, with a worried look and a little voice, calling, “Grammy!”
I squatted and reached out to her, turning her to face me. “What’s wrong?”
“You lost me!” she replied.
I didn’t. I hadn’t. But this truth had no effect on how my little granddaughter perceived losing sight of me, even though I had sight of her.
Do you ever feel like the Lord has lost sight of you? That He isn’t aware of where you are and maybe doesn’t even care that you’re afraid? Or, have you lost sight of Him? Has the image of His constant love grown dim in your heart?
It’s a good time to turn from where you are and rush into His waiting arms. Cry out. Let Him hold you and whisper truth, “I have engraved you in the palm of my hand.” The mark of you He bears on His wounded hands will never go away. You are always with Him, in His heart and in His sight even when you don’t feel like it’s true.
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