Monday, January 17, 2011
My cousin's daughter posted this picture and I thought it
was so neat. I love the old house and the old farm and how
they are standing in front of the house. From the left is my great, great
grandmother, Margaret NeVesta Robins, Then next to her is
my great grandmother Mina Alice Robbins, next to her was
my great Aunt Florence and then my Great, great grandfather Zachery
Robbins the man hit by lighting. Someone told my cousin that the house
is still there. What was really new to me was that this picture was
taken in Arkansas and not Oklahoma. Also how black my great great
grandmother is in the picture. I had my son try to fix it in photoshop
but she was that dark. It was the first picture I had ever seen of her
and I know that my family has always been dark featured.
My grandmother blamed it on my grandpa's family that we were dark.
Then she blamed it on my Dad's family as my great grandmother on that
side was full blood Choctaw. It is funny how now it is okay to admit you
have some native American blood in you but in school my parents threatened
death if I so much as mentioned I was something other than white.
Anyway do you ever notice how sometimes you sit down to write a blog
and it becomes something else, I wasn't going to write about this tonight.
I was going to give you some poems and I was looking through my hard drive
trying to find some pictures and I remembered this one.
I wanted to share some of the things that have ministered to me over the years
Then once again He reminds me.
" He who promised is faithful. Has He said and will
not do it? or has He spoken and will he not make good?
Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will
no means pass away"
I can look back at the darkest moments
of my life and I can see how all over my
life are finger prints of a loving heavenly
Father who led me down paths
I would not have gone nor been given
the gifts I did not deserve. He has
been faithful always.
So today, I lift up my hands in thanksgiving
because He is there.
This is a lovely poem from Fellowship of the Ring, I
think it speaks the loudest to me of people who have gone on
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago,
and people who will see a world that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.
So this ends up being a bit of odds and ends.
Thank you for coming by for a visit, I am so thankful for
everyone one of you and for the many ways you continue to bless