The Black River is a journey in faith. It delves into an exploration of life: from the calm, clear waters of the good days, the mundane, to the swirling eddies and deep waters of issues that face every one of us. Thank you for visiting this site. You can contact me personally at: godandtheblackriver@gmail.com
Tuesday, 22 October 2013
In Short by Susan L.
I don't feel much like writing. My head is still full of magical moments from the weekend. Memories to savour and replay time and again: my grandson's toothy grin when he saw me with his dad after school on Friday. Watching him play and listening to the fantastical imagination he has where boats fly and cars go on the ocean.
And my beautiful grand daughter... smiling as she stumbled over my name, "Na..Na...Ooooo!" She still plays shy but that's okay. Hearing her say my name is beyond worth.
Yah. Simple treasures.
"Oh, that man would give thanks to the Lord for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men." Ps 107:8
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You don't feel much like writing? Well you did anyway and it was wonderful! You captured the warmth of family in just a few well chosen words. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks! Geandmotherhood has its own riches. I love it!
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