My grandson Cuppy was very jealous of her baby sister when she was an infant. He had been replaced as the most loved child in the whole wide world, so it seemed, because he attempted to poke his sister's eyes many times. One time, as his mom was fixing lunch in the kitchen, she heard a loud cry. There, underneath, Cuppy's sister's eye was a red mark.
Things have changed since then. We have had the pleasure of being with Cuppy after a year for 2 weeks. Cuppy adores his sister. Cuppy is firmly and steadfastly in love with his sister. He guards her and looks for her when not in sight. Such is the love of God for us. Shall we not do the same?
I took a picture of my husband
as he was fishing about a week ago in the beauteous grounds of Bellows.
He delights in sitting before the vastness of the ocean
while waiting for a fish to bite.
We have had so many memories of fishing with our 5 children
when they were growing up.
On several occasions, as we were fishing under the moonlight,
down in the water from the pier,
are silhouettes of hammerheads graciously moving about.
The best part of those moments
is being together as a family, and, sometimes,
actually catching a decent fish to cook and eat for breakfast.
Here is Deacon Joe, lost in awe of God's wonder. He loves connecting with God this way.