Little Hope ~ And Then... The Sun

Sometimes it seems as though the rain will never stop.  All of the seeds that were once planted seemed to have been planted on stoney ground and thwarted,  leaving little hope for the future.

And then, out of nowhere, 

the sun ~ and a sigh of relief 

AAH...

And peace in knowing that all of your 

labor was not in vain.

Dear Diary,


Restless nights find me sleeping under the bed and sometimes behind the chair in the living room.  I start out in the middle of the bed of course ~ I don't want Mom and Dad to think any thing's wrong or that I don't love them anymore.  I know how much they despise enjoy me sleeping in bed with them.  I wouldn't want to let them down, especially after they took such good care of me during my sickies.  
Mom says I'm going to get groomed on Thursday.  I could've swore she groomed me a few nights ago after I'd just jumped up into bed - when she showed up with scissors and started snipping and chopping at my face muttering little smart remarks like 'gracie, you're such a mutt' and 'this puke in your beard is gross'.  You'd think she'd just be glad I'm alive considering the fact that I was at deaths door sick as a dog for so long.  Gracie.

Stop and Smell the Rain

After weeks of watering our own flowers,
 plants and shrubbery because of the
dry weather...  it finally happened.

It was beautiful!
It poured for twenty-four
 hours hard and heavy.

Our lawn took on color
once again and started sprouting mushrooms.

There's no man-made garden hose
that can take the place of God's watering of His earth.  

Our wildflowers became brilliant afterwards.

So then...

Yesterday was an all-day
 funeral home viewing and funeral service .

A Dear relative.


 RIP Uncle Bunny.

Then my Granddaughter begged me
 to bring her home with me.


 (She didn't have to beg too hard) 

She played in her 'yard sale' purchased car.  Fifteen bucks and two great batteries.


 (A find from two years ago.)
  

AND NOW.


FOR THE ADORABLE RISSIE MOMENT OF THE DAY:

Me:  Rissie, Where'd you get such cute little feet? 

Rissie: From Jesus. 

Me: What about those cute hands? 

Rissie:  Jesus made my hands.  Grammy,  I want to see Jesus. 

Me:  Jesus lives right here (I point to my heart, then hers. She points to her heart then). 

Rissie: Jesus lives right here? 

Me: Yep. 

LATER.

Me: Rissie, tell Pop-pop where Jesus lives.

Rissie: Right underneath my chin. LOL

And Life goes on...