Lifted up in Prayer...

Hello there everyone.. 

Just a little posting tonight.. 

Sharing some pics with you of a little drive we took to the farm today just to check on it..

(For you who are new followers this is an old farm we bought from my aunt after she and her husband moved to the special care home and put it up for sale.. )

We use it as a getaway.. sort of... 

Anyway...

All is well there.. 

It is just sitting and waiting until Spring when once again we will go there and make dinner and have some friends over and just enjoy the old place.. 

On our way home we dropped by a honey farm and purchased a lovely bottle.. 

We also stopped in again and visited my aunts..

My precious Aunt Eva did not know me today.. 

The dear thing.. 

As I leaned over the bed and held unto her hand my heart was so full of sadness.. 

I do not want her to go.. 

Closing my eyes I whispered to God to please be with her.. 

I wanted to lift her up in prayer.. 

We say that sometimes and I was thinking of it.. 

I picture God looking down and there is a vast crowd but here and there  someone is lifted up above the crowd by others who are praying for them .. 

They are perhaps to overwhelmed to lift themselves up.. 

Too tired but we can pray for them and help lift them up and God hears and answers.. 

Aunt Eva is 89 and has lived a long time ... 

She went to our old farm as a young bride and 

moved into the farmhouse with her in-laws.. 

I remember them.. 

Her name was Carrie and his was Coonie.. 

We would go there on a weekend and sometimes in the summer cars would line the lane.. 

There would be a huge meal getting ready and there was a lot of talking and laughing going on... 

Lots of family.. 

We kids would always run to the spring and look for the trout.. 

Now fifty years later I still do the same thing.. 

Except that I don't run.. smile..

Aunt Eva worked very hard.. 

Her house was always spotless and her cooking was wonderful.. 

The old farmhouse burned and Aunt Eva and her husband built the house you see above in 1949..

But time moves on and we all get older.. 

Life winds down and all the joys of yesterday are gone.. 

We get old and fragile and then life comes to an end.. 

On this old earth, anyway but there is hope..

When we love the Lord and walk in his way our death is not the end but it is the beginning of eternity with Him.. 

The one who died for us.. 

The one who made a way of escape from this world of sin..

The one who paid the dept we could not pay.. 

The one we can pray to and he hears and understands.. 

He is there to lean on in times of sorrow and distress.. 

He gives joy... 

Wonderful sweet joy.. 

Thank you, Jesus...

Well, sweet ladies, thanks for visiting and listening to me once again.. 

 I look forward to hearing from you all.. 

Take care and God bless..