Mother of Seven + 2

In the midst of a storm plants are bent low flattened to the ground. Petals on flowers  strewn in the puddles their beauty washed away. Rain like tears  gathers in pools sometimes rushes in torrents. Text message: "You are on my heart.  Praying for you all day as I am planting flowers and thinking of all your children." Light breaks through the clouds Peace enters my heart Tears cease falling. I am reminded... Storms will end Plants will lift their heads New flowers will bloom. The storm the rain prunes the weak. The storm  the rain brings new strength. The storm  the rain nourishes the roots. The storm the rain enables fresh beauty to burst forth. Patiently I planted watered and tended seeds God has given me. Others are transplants special gifts in need of tender care. Plants have grown and I have loved nurturing them with pride. Now I must trust Him their Creator w

Dear Ryan, Wow, you are 21 today. I remember so well going to the hospital in the early morning hours because my water had broken.  You were two weeks past your due date. True to your nature, you were not in any hurry to make an entrance into this world.  Late afternoon we finally were able to hold you in our arms for the first time. I thought you were beautiful with all that dark hair.  You were bigger then the doctor had predicted weighing in at eight pounds even.  At 22 3/4 inches long, there wasn't a bit of fat on that long skinny body.  And your feet!  Your footprint didn't fit on the little card they stamped it on.  I thought then that you would some day grow into those feet and do big things for Jesus. You had beautiful big brown eyes with long eyelashes.   Eyes are a window to the soul.  From the time you were a toddler you took Jesus very seriously and were concerned that he was a part of your life.  You had heard it taught at church that Jesus lives in your he