So yesterday was such a fun day. I met one of my bestest friends from high school in Fredericksburg Virginia.
We found each other through Facebook and realized that we are only a few hours away from each other!
Life and circumstances managed to come between us for many years, but there is love and so many memories between us that we were bound to come back together at some point.
The day went by far to fast with us just chattering away trying to catch up with each other’s lives.
One extra great thing was that we were able to meet at HOBBY LOBBY!! And we both LOVE Hobby Lobby!
Many years ago she worked at a stained glass shop she taught me much of what she learned there. I got several sheets of glass for my mosaics and I think she’s got the bug to start working with glass again.
So here is a pic from back in our skinny days, we were at my cousin’s wedding
And here she is in the old house we used to share and with my old dog , ‘Aja Majestic Falling Star’… Aja, my beautimus Afghan Hound. (forgive the picture quality, I had to take pictures of the pictures)
And her on our senior trip to Myrtle Beach…
And here we are yesterday. (as you can see I taught her my tricks)
I’m sure we’ll be seeing lots more of each other now… great fun! Thanks Kritter!
And now for the parable, when I came home yesterday I found a beautiful sympathy card from Mr.C’s cousin in Canada. She enclosed a parable that I simply love and want to share with you…
A Parable of Immortality by Henry Van Dyke
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at
last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, “There she goes!”
Gone from my sight… that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination.
Her diminished size is in ME, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There she goes!” There are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she COMES!”
Isn’t that beautiful? I’m sure that Da’MaMa would have liked being likened to a ship sailing off into heaven.
Have a great Sunday!