GCR Women

It stormed something fierce here over the weekend.  The wind blew and the rain fell.  It was a powerful storm. My littlest granddaughter, Vivienne, was frightened by the fury of the storm, so her daddy, my son, picked her up and took her to the window and explained it to her - at least as much as you can to a toddler who's just a few months shy of her second birthday. He held her closely and pointed to the rain and said, "It's water."  In the safety of her daddy's arms, she took it all in and finally yelled, "It's okay!  It's wawa!" What a precious scene I conjured up as imagined the two of them standing there looking at the rain!  Her trust in her daddy conquered her fears and gave her the courage to shout the storm down. What storms am I facing that make me afraid?  Are troubles pouring down?  Are worries blowing me around? Oh, that I would let my Father take me into His arms and reassure me that I'm safe in His care, that He is ...

It's difficult to believe that it's been almost four weeks since we left on our fall trip and more than two weeks since we returned.  And what a trip it was!  We traveled to places we'd never been to before and experienced new things along the way. The sights!  Imagine sand dunes along the seashore two stories tall and a snow-capped mountain in a neighboring state visible from nearly 100 miles away.  We watched swirling waters caught in a reversing tide in one location and that same tide leaving fishing boats high and dry at low tide causing the water to retreat and reveal the ocean floor with its hidden treasures of smooth stones and sea glass. On another rocky shore guarded by a stately white lighthouse, the powerful waves could drench the sunlit rocks without warning and sweep the unwary out to sea. A quiet hillside cemetery served as the final resting place for townsfolk as well as strangers who'd been victims of the tragic sinking of the Titanic.  And th...