My daddy’s baby sister Emily and her husband Otto, who live in a Dallas suburb, invited us to visit with them after the THSC convention last weekend in Arlington. We met them for church on Sunday and stayed with them until Monday. Emily was just eighteen months old when I was born, so we grew up like friends, sisters, and aunt and niece. Here we are at my uncle’s (and her brother’s) wedding. I was four years old.
And here we are with my daddy on the night of our one and only little girl beauty contest — of all things. I was six years old.
And here we are back in March when we saw each other briefly while Ray and I were in Fort Worth for the homeschool convention there.
Sunday was a precious day worshiping together, hearing Otto’s beautiful singing voice for the first time, a Tex-Mex lunch, and much conversation. The evening was crowned with a late night supper of Otto’s amazing barbecue and Mama Sue’s delicious pecan pie that Emily threw together while we chatted about long, long ago. After supper, she and I talked at the kitchen table until she sent me to bed after midnight when I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
I am so grateful for my yesterdays, my todays, and my future. I’m thankful that my parents gave me opportunities to be with Emily. I’m thankful for the days God is giving me now to reminisce, to live in the present, and to look forward to what God has in store.
While I was writing this for you early last evening, a beautiful light beckoned to me out the window by my desk. I grabbed my camera. This was the first scene I snapped.
Then I tried to capture the rain droplets on the leaves.
And then I tried again. Suddenly I heard Ray calling to me. He had followed me out, but instead of going to the sunset, . . .
. . . he had looked straight ahead off the side porch and seen a very different scene.
A rainbow! It grew brighter and the top arch became visible.
We called Mother to join us on the porch and we saw all the distinct colors of the rainbow.
When it faded, I went back to the front yard for a few more shots of the bright sunset.
Scenes change slowly and scenes change quickly. Sometimes they are welcome; sometimes they are hard. God is the Director of every scene change and we can trust Him.
O Lord, You have searched me and known me.
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
You understand my thought from afar.
You scrutinize my path and my lying down,
And are intimately acquainted with all my ways.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will overwhelm me,
And the light around me will be night,”
Even the darkness is not dark to You,
And the night is as bright as the day.
Darkness and light are alike to You.
For You formed my inward parts;
You wove me in my mother’s womb.
I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well.
Psalm 139:1-3 and 11-14