Sunday, December 16, 2012

No fluff ...instead...

Before the killing of those precious people in Connecticut I was going to have a blog post of Christmas fluff and fun; Christmas delights.

Everything changes.

I will not presume to tell you how to feel or what to think about what happened in Connecticut, because I'm at a loss myself.

I do want to tell you about the devotional book I was given years ago that has helped me SO MUCH through the years when heartache has come.
I got my little phone-camera out this morning and took a picture of it (with my snazzy pajamas)...

(You can get it on Amazon by clicking HERE.)

On the inside page was written...

The McElhanys are my dad's sister and her family.   I have always loved them dearly, and they have known their own tragedies.
Now my aunt's last name is Highsmith (in case you see her leaving a comment on Facebook, etc.).

Here are some pictures of the McElhany gang at this past Fourth of July reunion....
That last picture is of Mother with her dear sister-in-law, Helen, whom we lovingly call 'Helen Ruth'. (When my dad was little he wanted a baby sister. When he was nine years old he got baby Helen Ruth!!)

I would say all of those above people are gorgeous folks... yet they all - in their own way - have known pain and heartache.
And you, dear blog-reader, have known pain... and will again.  And maybe some of your pain nobody knows about but you.
But God knows, too.  And He's there... here.

I'll quit talking, but leave you with this...
Max Lucado wrote a prayer about that horror in Conn.  Click HERE to read it.  I don't think it's too simplistic, or too holy joe, or too sermonizing.  I think it is really good.
On a COMPLETELY, TOTALLY different note, I'm back at trying polling again... and have a random, totally crazy poll up (upper right). (I put it up before the tragedy.... and decided to leave it up.)
Thanks for voting.


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