Never Ceasing to Pray.

 Never Ceasing to Pray.

 

Many times in my life, it seemed that my prayers were after-thoughts. Nothing planned. It just did not seem that prayers were for just a specific time or occasion. Sure, we prayed with some desperation the day the tornado chased us down 287 onto I-44. And we always prayed at the beginning of meals to thank God for His goodness and what we received from Him. But some days were walked outside where little things reminded me of gifts—the songs of the birds. The silly rabbits running around taunting the dogs. And watching the children play. Oh, those were wonderful memories in the making. But lately my prayers are more focused on some needs that make me feel so very weak and helpless. No, that doesn’t mean my prayers for the ranchers, the livestock, those taking flatbed trucks of hay and feed, the ones who are giving the cash they can spare are not focused prayers! But tonight, my first prayer concerns my brother’s oldest son. Danny has some kind of blood cancer. That kid has been one of my favorite relatives for many years. Once picked him up to carry him across a vacant lot to his mother’s car because he had split open his foot on a broken bottle. And he was NOT a little boy. He may not even remember that day and his quick trip to the hospital for stitches and such. But it has stuck in my memory. He loved his family so very much—all his children and his grands. He is good to his daddy, too. Anyway, the old woman will ask you tonight to pray for those who need us—even those who we will never meet nor hear from again. But also, please pray for Danny Pollard that he can live out a full life now—for himself and for all his family.

 

Spent about an hour with the kids across the street. They are grown, of course. They work all the time and have responsibilities, but they are very young and are learning all about Texas and living here on this ol’ hill. We walked over so that they could look at the hens. They think the chickens are just great. Anyway, the camera on the front of my house could be shared with them, so we did that with the understanding that the old woman cared not one whit what they did with it. It’s not like it is going to tell me someone is here any quicker than these two dogs!

 

Have no idea who to ask about why our entire neighborhood was full of sheriff’s cars today. They were probably looking for someone who is dangerous or they would not have had seven or eight cars running up and down our roads. Maybe Jennifer’s friend Laurie could tell me who or what they were trying to find.

 

Received a sweet card in the mail from a friend in CA. She moved there just in time for all this snowstorm stuff and a small earthquake. But she was still feeling happy and looking forward to planting a garden. Not sure exactly how old she is, but since the old woman will be 76 in May, she can’t be much older than that for her to enjoy my silly blog posts. But then, she is a reader of good literature most of the time. My blog just gives her an old woman’s outlook.

 

Please remember that no matter what we experience in this lifetime, no one has ever conceived of the wonderful love that is being held for us in God’s kingdom. Let us give thanks.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.