WATCHING!
Here I am watching again, sitting still, watching traffic, on the 104, and the birds at the feeders, and flying to trees and back again. My mind slips into another gear, when I was small, and Aunt Annie lived here. On Sunday a man came, and he sit on the porch, with binoculars he made, watching the hill for a deer. Aunt Annie love people, and her neighbours to drop in, have a cup of tea, and maybe some cookies for me, My Grand Parents lived across the road, enjoying their family, and watching them as they growed. I miss them all; I would love to see them again; I know most believed in Christ, and they are with the Savior, and waiting for us to join them up there. I sit and watch the clouds float by, and my ears are listening, for sounds in the sky; because one day soon in the clouds, our Redeemer will appear,rr and a trumpet will sound, O, what sweet music to my ears. So dear friend, I ask this from you, Do you believe in Jesus? His life, His cross, His death, His resu...