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Each Day Is New-Where is the Father?

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Posted on:  yellow6347.wordpress.com  by Brenda Hudson

I love to sit on the balcony at the beach and take in all the action.  We are always looking for a sharks, dolphins and sailboats.  I love to watch

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people try to put up their canopy and a big whisk of wind catch it.  I suppose that is funny to me, but not them.

One particular day I was sitting on the balcony and noticed a little boy around two years old who seemed to be by himself.  I didn’t see any adults near him.  He had on his little inner tube and began walking out past the row of umbrellas.  I though “where are the parents?  Is anyone watching this kid?”  Step after step he was heading past the umbrellas and down toward the ocean.  I was really getting worried.  He is now at the edge of the water.  Danger is near.

I spot a young man with two other children and he hold up his arms and the little boy takes his hand.  HE IS THE FATHER.  The father knew where is son was all the time.  The little boy was safe and his father really was watching out for him.

This is just like our Heavenly Father.  Sometimes it seems we are all alone and no one is looking after us.  Our Heavenly Father has us in His sites and He has went down the path before us.  We are safe and He knows our every movement.  What a comforting thought.

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Each Day Is New-Would Jamie Oliver Approve?

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I love getting a call and someone asking if the grandkids can be dropped off at my office.  Emily needed to go to the doctor with her mom so Matt and Lauren came to my office after school.  I called it a day around 4pm and we headed to my house for fun and good times!

On the way we discussed what they wanted for dinner.  I made several suggestion, but they said they would like to have “Breakfast for Dinner”.  Of course, grandma wants to please the kiddo’s. 

We buy Steve Evans Sausage at WalMart and it tastes like homemade sausage from down on the farm.  So…….I fried sausage, scrambled eggs fresh eggs, pancakes with sugar free syrup, milk and OJ.   Breakfast for Dinner is not something we do often, but it is nice for a change.

I am sure Jamie Oliver would not approve and neither would I if it were done everyday.  But you know, some wonderful memories were made by doing something out of the ordinary.  They will remember coming to Pawpaw and Mawmaw’s Hudson’s house and swinging on a tire swing, helping water the flowers, planting a pine tree, looking at a bird nest on my door and eating Breakfast for Dinner.

Each Day Is New- The Lady In Red

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My aunt Marcella passed away a couple of days ago.  We visited the funeral home today and paid our honor to she and her family.  As I neared the coffin I could see her wishes had been carried out.  My 88-year-old aunt always loved the color red and wore it all the time.  Today was no exception.  Marcella had beautiful red flowers on her casket and she was dressed in a red suit and red loop earrings.

I spent many summers visiting with Marcella’s family.  Her daughter, Joyce and I would spend the day playing in the town of St. Albans.  Aunt Marcella was a professional seamstress and she could make anything.  Joyce always had the most beautiful doll cloths and I sort of felt a little jealous.  Her mom would have left over material and it would turn into a doll dress, doll coats and hats.

Marcella was my mother’s oldest sister and they were very close.  Marcella and Joyce would come and stay a week with us when we lived in a coal camp in Mammoth, WV. One day Joyce and I decided to play beauty shop.  I was about six and Joyce was five….when we became beauticians.  I was bossy even then.  I talked Joyce into letting me cut her hair and assured her I would be careful.  I decided she needed it cut SHORT.  Clip, clip, snip all on one side of her head and then….OUR MOTHER’S CAME OUT ON THE PORCH where I was cutting.  I thought they were going to faint and we were two scared little girls.

Through the years Marcella’s signature color was always red.  I wonder if the Red Hat Society got their idea from her?

I will always cherish my childhood memories at Aunt Marcella’s house.  She had a parakeet that laid eggs, a bathtub on claw feet, a wardrobe with lots of hats, a really fast sewing machine, crisp bacon and lots of patience to tolerate two giggling little girls.  We would always attend Grace Baptist Temple on Sunday and come home to a Sunday Dinner.

The Lady in Red had lived her many years and brought joy to others.  God called her home and I believe she may even get a red robe in heaven.

Each Day Is New-Where is the Father?

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Posted on:  yellow6347.wordpress.com  by Brenda Hudson

I love to sit on the balcony at the beach and take in all the action.  We are always looking for a sharks, dolphins and sailboats.  I love to watch

View From The Top

people try to put up their canopy and a big whisk of wind catch it.  I suppose that is funny to me, but not them.

One particular day I was sitting on the balcony and noticed a little boy around two years old who seemed to be by himself.  I didn’t see any adults near him.  He had on his little inner tube and began walking out past the row of umbrellas.  I though “where are the parents?  Is anyone watching this kid?”  Step after step he was heading past the umbrellas and down toward the ocean.  I was really getting worried.  He is now at the edge of the water.  Danger is near.

I spot a young man with two other children and he hold up his arms and the little boy takes his hand.  HE IS THE FATHER.  The father knew where is son was all the time.  The little boy was safe and his father really was watching out for him.

This is just like our Heavenly Father.  Sometimes it seems we are all alone and no one is looking after us.  Our Heavenly Father has us in His sites and He has went down the path before us.  We are safe and He knows our every movement.  What a comforting thought.

Each Day Is New- Do Birds Really Love?

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I put a beautiful grapevine wreath with a floral arrangement on my deck this spring.  In a few days a robin had discovered a beautiful place to start her nest.  I really think I watched love in motion with every twig that she carried to the wreath.  Many flights and pieces of straw later, she had a safe place to lay her eggs.

Three little eggs soon appeared and you could see the connection of a mother bird to be.  Diligently she stayed with the eggs and didn’t hesitate to give chase to the blue jays or anything else that came near her eggs.  She already loved what would soon be her babies.

Two eggs hatched and hungry babies soon were peeping and wanting food.  We have watched her fly from the nest to gather worms and come back with two hungry mouths open.  Many flights throughout the day and many feeding later to care for the babies.  I can see the love in what she does.

We kept seeing the mother bird come to the nest and pick up a white pearl sized ball.  I did a little research and found this is a fecal sac that comes out of babies for a while.  The mother loves the babies so much she picks it up and removes it from the nest.  Call it what you may….I call this love.

Yesterday she had really been quite busy hunting for food.  I watched as she decided to take a break for herself.  She perched on the back of a patio chair and ruffled all her feathers and started grooming herself.  All the while, she never took her eyes off the nest.  She flew back to the nest for a brief time…just to look at the babies and see if they were okay.  I know she loves these babies.

We were eating our 4th of July lunch when the first baby quickly flew from the nest and only one bird was in the nest.  I am sure the mother robin is now pulled in two directions.  She loves both babies and wants to care for the one learning to fly and have time to care for the one still in the nest.  A mother’s love goes beyond bounds…even with birds.

My heart became very humble as I observed and compared my own motherly instincts with this little robin.  This little bird cared for her babies far better than some humans.  She prepared for the birth, cared for the babies night and day and taught them how to fly.  The whole time I had my two children in the “nest” was a time to care and teach them to fly on their own.

My children are now grown and have a family of their own, but the mother in me remains the same.  I want what is best for my children and I never want to see someone hurt them or make them suffer.  I hope I taught them how to fly and how to avoid the beast of prey.  God, this mother prays a deep prayer of concern and ask you to protect them now. 

The robin and I have a lot in common.  We can see inspiration all around us, if we only look and open our hearts.

Reflections in My Mirror-My Mom and Me

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scan.jpgLooking back I didn’t really have you very long.  Our time spent together was like a vapor that drifted through a few years and ended in a far off land.  Your arms of love held me when I needed comfort and your presence seemed to scare off all the monsters that roamed in my thoughts.

Mom, I loved to have you lie down with me for the last thoughts of night and have your hands rub my chubby arms.  Your soft bedtime stories sent my imagination to far off lands and into flower covered forest.  You always helped me say my bedtime prayers and suggested prayer thought to help me out.  You beside me and I was safe. 

My white blond natural curls were a source of pride for you.  You gently gathered my curls to the top of my head and told me I was your Little Miss Sunbeam.  You entered me in the Little Miss Sunbeam contest, but some other little girl won.  I wanted pigtails and you tried your best, but the curls just kept popping out of the pigtails.

The smell of your sweet neck and the feel of your soft hands are still remembered. You would let me play beauty shop by brushing and combing your fine brown hair.  You would always tell me the hair do was pretty even though it was a drastic change to your usual style.

Today, you have been gone for a long time and I would love to touch your hands.  I have almost forgotten the sweet smell of your neck and the gentle touch of your hand.  For some reason, I am especially missing you today.

Love :  Little Miss Sunbeam