Held on a Hill.

[Mrs. Warrior]

We stand at the doorway of a great test; On the one side it is marked “Believe in Jesus Christ; Become my child and inherit eternal life's provision, be blessed”.

The other door has a recording; “I will give you all that you desire if you bow down and worship me, I will give you lake front, land trust me!” “I will not lie, you will not die”.

“Oh, do not cry, the lake is on fire, you failed the test!

You should have taken the wooden cross and the nail scarred hand, Then you'd be living in the promised land!

Held on a Hill.

The summer heat was coming to an end,and the cooler winds of autumn were starting to make me hold onto the shawl on my shoulders more securely. My husband went to attend a shooting match at our gun club and our grand daughters needed some warmer clothing so my daughter came and drove me and her daughters to the outlet malls at the lake.

We had fun shopping for fall clothing and since she is a single mom I helped her buy them. It was a warm Indian summer day so we went for a picnic lunch at the lake. I told the story how when my husband was serving his country as a soldier and was away at war, my son who had just gotten his drivers license drove my daughters and I to the lake to celebrate Mother's Day; after getting mild whiplash on his first use of the gas pedal and praying that I could see straight, we got to the lake and were swimming. Shortly, my son told me “Mom don't, panic but...”, I just knew there was something terrible behind me so of course I turned to look and came eye to eye with a water snake! I smacked it with my noodle, “now off you go! Get! Ska-doodle!

Back to the present, one of my grand-daughters has acid re-flux went and spit up. Poor girl, she came back and told us “I am not sure if I spit on a grass hopper or threw up one! “I am eating” moaned my other grand-daughter, “ just shut up, already!” she retorted.

We walked down to the bridge and brought some bread to feed the . I always enjoy the artistry of God in the colors of the fish. It was time to go, and as I was walking up the hill I started to have chest pain. I felt dizzy and could not catch my breath. My daughter came and I held onto her shoulders, my grand daughters stood by me, and I leaned on their shoulders. I began to pray:

“Lord Jesus, as you once went to Calvary's hill and let sinner 's drive nails into your hand, it was your love that held you to that cross since you have saved me from my sins, my sickness and my sorrow, I put your love over my heart now, you are holding me on this hill, It is your good will to give me the power to make it home to see my beloved.”

I felt a balmy warmth come into my lung's and started to breathe easier, I told myself now take one step and then another and keep moving till I made it up the hill. I was held by the love of my girls and of God!

When we were driving home, my daughter was talking about her dream of getting granite counter tops for her kitchen when she got her income tax return. She had worked hard to be able to buy her own home. When we got back home, I sat in a rocking chair in the kitchen and the girls began to cook our dinner; my daughter started to sing a praise song, and then we all joined in. As the harmony of women's voices filled my farmhouse kitchen and the fragrant spice of the apple pie baking in the oven I was warmed.

I had been concerned since the mandate that came from a capital “ill” hill requiring federal employees to get the vaccine, since my daughter is one. I thought of the story of Elijah, who on his hill saw an earthquake, came to the mouth of his cave, and then a still small voice, stated “be still an know that I am God!” If my daughter had to loose her job, then we would gather our resources around her and hold her up till this mole hill that became a mountain was leveled and we could live in normalcy.

My husband arrived home from his event and soon we built a fire and roasted marsh mellows. As the firelight played on our faces, we told the story of our day, as the sun began to fade away we had one last brilliant display as the great artist painted brush strokes of light a flock of geese flew by silhouetted by the sunset . As they honked we knew this was the call, the starting of the season of fall. When after a hard frost the leaves would turn glorious colors, and the flowers would start their seed making process, the winter winds would begin to howl, we would hear the haunting song of the hoot owl.

As starlight danced across the night sky, with sadness we knew it was time to say “good by”, we praised God, as our praises like the smoke that settled over our hills filled with the smell of a wood fire gave a deep feeling of peace.

This had been a great day! We would remember it and tell the story of it again, angels holding our home in the hills in their hands began their vigil, the God who never sleeps, as we yawn tells us to rest: New Grace and Love will meet us at the dawn.

[Salamander]

Nice

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[Cincinnatus.45-70]

Thanks so much for posting that.