We head six hours south every chance we get to see our first grandchild. She has most certainly captured our hearts. She is 7 weeks old and time is going faster with her than it did with our own sons. Could it be because it is not day-to-day with her and just cuddling and loving when we see her? Continue reading
Just checking in! As I mentioned in my last post, our granddaughter arrived a couple of weeks early and is doing very well! She is precious and we are so excited. She is loved by two sets of grandparents who are experiencing their first grandchild, as well as so many friends and family!
I am back to working on the third edit of “Unexpected Gifts” and each time I go through it myself I find more to correct. I guess that is the teacher in me too, I want everything to be correct, and I am sure I will miss some items. I will run it through the “Grammarly” program again after this edit.
There sure is a lot to think about when writing and publishing a book! I have always felt it was to be published on Amazon as an e-book. Self-publishing a book in print can be quite costly, and right now that is not something we feel like I should do.
So, prayers appreciated. I know that I know, that I know I am supposed to get this book out there. Oddly enough I have two more book outlines started already. The second book will be a devotional and the other is another piece of fiction. Although I might make a second book in this series, we will just wait and see what the response is……
So my prayer is that you all are doing well. I hope to be back to blogging and staying in contact with all of you again soon.
~Be Encouraged Today~
Walking up and down the seashore is a stroll in paradise for those of us who collect shells.
There are some beaches that are better than others, but one can always finds shells of some kind. It indeed becomes a treasure hunt of sorts.
When my husband and children would see them, we would pick them up and examine them. If that shell was whole, we would place it in our collector bag. If the shell was broken, we discarded it, finding no worth in keeping it.
One year I started picking up the broken ones…and keeping them. The kids were not quite sure why I would do that until I shared some ideas with them…glue them on mirrors, frames, etc.
I am so glad that the Father did not discard me when He found me broken. I can see my Abba walking down the shore, picking up every shell and piece of shell. It doesn’t matter the shape, size or color. Each one is precious to Him. None are discarded. He gently picks them up and places them in his pocket to examine in greater detail later. Each one is special, each one will have a place.
The Father uses His creation to teach us so much! Seashells by the seashore! Some are broken, battered and in small pieces that don’t even appear have been part of a shell. And yet, we have been broken, battered and sometimes we are not recognizable. Still Father finds us…and let’s us know that we are of use. We are loved. He gently restores us and and loves us…just as we are……
So next time you are walking along that beach…pick up the shells and don’t forget the pieces.