The Blue Ridge Mountains in the Fall of 82
Sitting in our porch swing with my boys when they were little
Watching a meteor shower from the hood of the car on a summer night
Going for snow-walks at midnight before anybody else has left footprints
Being young and strong enough to water ski on beautiful Smith Mountain Lake
The first time I held my babies
The smell of pine pitch on old railroad ties along the trail at Battlefield Park in summers heat
The taste of orange blossom honey
The sound of the swollen creek through grandma’s window as I fall asleep
The gurruuump of bullfrogs on the pond
The sound of my boys as toddlers, playing and laughing together
Stopping on a busy highway interchange to sit among a bank of daffodils as I watch the traffic whizzing by
Giggling with my cousins
Giant fluffy white clouds against Scotland’s blue sky
Celtic flutes and harps
Music boxes
Wind chimes
The sound of the ocean and seagulls in the morning
A lonesome faraway train whistle
Purple Morning Glories and gold tortoise beetles
The fragrance of daffodils and hyacinth and honeysuckle and jasmine
Cooking with fresh herbs
The smell of an orange at Christmas
Dozing off to the sound of the clothes dryer
Stained glass
Running 5 miles
Dancing
Singing in harmony with family
Piano music
Warm, caressing breezes
Fresh picked apples
My aunt Gwen’s Bread and Butter Pickles
Mama’s Macaroni Salad
Laughing together as a family
Hymns echoing in a one-room church-house
Seeing loved ones lost to death, alive and well again in my dreams
The fragrance of Gardenias
Looking at old photos
A letter from a friend
A satisfying and fulfilling day’s work
Sheets fresh off the clothes line
Kittens playing
Easter dresses and patent leather shoes
Road trips
The playing of taps and the red white and blue flying high
Fourth of July Fireworks
Food at the State Fair
The first “barefoot day” of summer
Walking in the rain in Quebec
Swimming laps for an hour or more, my mind a complete blank
Wave runners and four-wheelers at full throttle
Big Band Swing
Sarasota Botanical Gardens and my sketchbook
Natural Bridge
Popcorn and fudge and charades
Hubby’s Hugs
Walking with Jesus
And some day soon, the sound of the shofar and the sight of my savior’s face!
Copyright S.T.Lloyd
Serve Him in the Waiting 
Amazing memories and Beauriful also. My heart sings in tune to this.:)
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Beautiful ❤
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I miss my life. I don’t talk about my health issues anymore on here, but it still limits me. It makes me look forward to heaven as a truly blessed hope I embrace, to help make it the rest of the way. And your daughter will be able to tell you all that you ever wanted to ask. And you will see your grandpa and I will see my dad and grandma. I am glad God continually raises up watchmen and women. Someone to carry the baton when we need to rest and refuel and reset. ✝️
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Amen. I love you dear sister. You’re life isn’t over, though! You’ve just entered a different stage. You have been blessed with the ability to read current events and make the prophetic connections, which many of us appreciate so much. If there is one thing I’ve learned lately, it’s we all have a job to do. I found myself frustrated at Christians who teach only about American politics and civil shenanigans as if those are the main indicators of the last days. I wanted to shake them and remind them there is more to prophecy than the Dem/Rep cat fights. But the Lord is Good and gently reminded me that He has assigned all of us a different function in shining the Light of Truth. I know there are those who think I’m off my rocker for taking a turn toward the paranormal (spiritual warfare), but there is a real need there. Thank you for all you do, it really is so helpful.
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