An Unexpected Journey

Wispy, purple tendrils reach gently up into deep blue sky.   Bright, pink and orange surge up over the clouds, covering them with breathtaking beauty.   The white rocking chair on our front porch creaks with the gentle back and forth motion.   A surprisingly cool breeze has whisked all the south Georgia gnats away. And the little one in my arms babbles sweetly as we share these golden sunset moments looking out across the field toward the horizon. And I think it’s all about the gaze.   Where do our eyes look?   So much pulling our gaze   down toward the dirt beneath our grimy feet.   So many distractions grabbing at our attention.   But for this moment, my eyes are fixed on the horizon.   And my heart is fixed on heaven. Almost every account I have read of heaven describes the colors there as unimaginable.   I look at the artistry before my in this May evening sky, and I wonder if it is just a shadow.   I can’t picture ...

Dear Sweet Makiah, Seven years ago today was the first time I laid eyes on you.   Even now I can picture that blond headed little baby that the nurses handed me.   I was so surprised that your hair wasn’t dark!   You filled our hearts and our home instantly and for four years you filled our lives with joy and wonderful memories… I remember that right after your 2 nd birthday you started asking me so sweetly, “What you finking, Mama?”   Once I asked you to call your daddy for me and you hollered, “Cameron Kaitlyn King!” ( your middle name!) I remember a time when your Nana and I were talking in the car and apparently not paying you any attention.   You suddenly exclaimed, “Helloooo!   Anybody here?!”   You were so tiny to have come up with that! On one of your Daddy daughter dates you were eating fried chicken and Daddy told you to finish up your chicken leg.   You said, “Chicken leg?   What is this?”...