dear emily,
a week ago our state faced the military grade assault of an F-5 tornado. the
loss of life, possessions of life, and way of life can not be measured. those
who endured the battle will count their days as BT and AT, before and after
tornado.
our children have a friend who is a firefighter and first responder. he didn't
come home for five days and will most likely suffer from the same post
traumatic stress as our finest marines.
the question, "why?" has been fired at the heavens like puny artillery.
i don't deny anyone the right to "why?" and have felt it bubbling up in my
own heart, as well. the response i keep hearing is, "why not?"
so stark, harsh, and cruel, that.
this earth is a hostile place, doling out earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes,
diseases, war, and tornadoes. Jesus spoke about a tower that fell on 18
men, admonishing us to be greatful that it did not fall on us.
"we are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in
despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed."
2 corinthians 4: 8,9
love,
lea
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
make way for goslings
dear samara,
several weeks ago a gaggle of geese descended upon the 'island' by
our lagoon. their graceful long necks and soft grey feathers were
beautiful. i thought that surely swans could not be lovelier and was
sad when they flew away. hans said that he wouldn't miss all the
honking.
we were strolling along the grounds last night and noticed two of the
geese had remained with a surprise. six surprises! can you guess?
yep, six fluffy grey goslings. they reminded me of your baby chicks
but with longer necks, and i haven't heard any chirping.
today they walked up the big hill and around all ten acres. can you
imagine? their little legs must have been so tired. i followed them
down to the lagoon, while the goose (mommy) and the gander (daddy)
took turns watching me. i wished you were with me to see how cute
the goslings were, imitating everything their mom and dad did.
i hope that if i visit them a few times each day and leave them a present
of bread crumbs, then maybe they will let me get closer. what if the
geese return every year? then i might call myself a grandgoose.
miss you,
lea
"the birds of the sky nest by the waters . . . " psalm 104:12
several weeks ago a gaggle of geese descended upon the 'island' by
our lagoon. their graceful long necks and soft grey feathers were
beautiful. i thought that surely swans could not be lovelier and was
sad when they flew away. hans said that he wouldn't miss all the
honking.
we were strolling along the grounds last night and noticed two of the
geese had remained with a surprise. six surprises! can you guess?
yep, six fluffy grey goslings. they reminded me of your baby chicks
but with longer necks, and i haven't heard any chirping.
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today they walked up the big hill and around all ten acres. can you
imagine? their little legs must have been so tired. i followed them
down to the lagoon, while the goose (mommy) and the gander (daddy)
took turns watching me. i wished you were with me to see how cute
the goslings were, imitating everything their mom and dad did.
i hope that if i visit them a few times each day and leave them a present
of bread crumbs, then maybe they will let me get closer. what if the
geese return every year? then i might call myself a grandgoose.
miss you,
lea
"the birds of the sky nest by the waters . . . " psalm 104:12
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