We never know when something uplifting will come our way or from whence it will come. In this case I was uplifted by a picture and a memory and a reminder that I am still a kid at heart.
When I saw this little guy in my Inbox yesterday it reminded me of a wonderful little song I learned as a child, “God Sees the Little Sparrow Fall.” Here is one verse and the refrain. Happy Sunday.
God made the little birds and flow’rs,
And all things large and small;
He’ll not forget his little ones,
I know He loves them all.
He loves me, too, He loves me, too,
I know He loves me, too;
Because He loves the little things,
I know He loves me, too.
For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them. Matthew 18: 20
With most churches and places of worship closed due to Covid-19, there are ways and means of still attending some kind of spiritual service, whether online or by telephone. We are to remember that the church is the people not the building. Here is a Church in the Wildwood to lift our spirits even though we aren’t able to accept the invitation at this time. Happy Sunday.
This is an all time favorite song of mine because it gives joy, is uplifting, and speaks my mind. Happy Sunday.
Sometimes we only need a bit of an eye catcher to change the mood of the day. This does it for me! I hope something does it for you. Happy Saturday.
We all have a light to shine and share with the world. I love when someone shines their light on me…it uplifts me and reminds me that any darkness is only a shadow in all that is good.
The scene was a red light in front of me and cars all around me. My eyes felt sore and sleepy from the exhaust of so many idling vehicles in such close proximity to mine.
Fingers impatiently tapping the steering wheel in anticipation of the light change, my peripheral vision picked up a couple slowly moving towards the curb. They had the green light. They looked ancient but were only elderly…and they were holding hands. I could see the old man’s lips moving, but obviously, could not hear his words. It was apparent that the light was going to change before they had a chance to cross the busy street. He let go of his wife’s hand and moved towards the light standard to push the button that would give them access to another green light, but of course, would have to wait a few minutes for that to happen.
Even though traffic had begun to move, and I now had the green light, my eyes lingered on the couple as he moved back to his lady’s side and once again held her hand.
That is one of my absolute favorite things in life, watching the elderly holding hands. It is comforting, uplifting, and a sight for sore eyes.
“Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand.” Psalm 73:23