Divinity graced humanity with the aweful responsibility of imaging the Creator.
From death to life by Holy birth and because of a true King reigning,
She fulfills her Creator's design.
Two people meet,
Three children born.
Moments of joy and laughter,
Moments of tears and sorrow.
Felt in depth of heart, seen in movement of hand, heard in words to us.
A family marked by God's "charis" alone.
Faithful care,
Endless song,
Chaste wisdom,
Not perfection but grace.
Life passes sweetly,
Now we are thirteen.
Stories. Of the classroom, or the mall, of people and studies.
These things could only happen to Nana and no one else.
She writes them and lives them. No regrets.
When pen and paper meet,
No words are chaff in wind.
Each is carefully chosen,
A striking marriage of heart and head.
The treasure hidden deep inside,
The sweet breath of grace,
Where prayers and tears once reside,
Joy outpours to fill this place.
A switch, light
A channel of power
A prayer, life
A channel of grace
With 'Classic' drink the eyes roll back.
When it's time to laugh, no sound...just joy!
Joy in beautiful relationship,
Courage in example.
Gratitude overflows.
Only a gift of such magnitude could come from above.
An Aspen meets the flame,
Then thrives, and blooms.
Strength overlaid with gentle kindness.
The "beloved" apostle ignorantly bowed down,
And the messenger of YHWH pointedly exclaimed "Worship God!"
We look at her life, and like the messenger we don't see her.
But an exclamation: "Worship God!"
An arrow that precisely points to the One who crafted it.
