Mom's Angel

When Susie and I were small we always shared a bedroom. My mother decoupaged a picture for us and hung it in our room.It was of an angel watching over two small children crossing a broken bridge in the rain. And she always told us that we (Susie and I) were the two children in the picture. And that we had an angel watching over us all the time.
Now that I am older I know that even if there were no such things as angels (and I know that there are) it was true.”My mother was that Angel” and I believe with all my heart that she is still watching over not only Susie and I, but over all of us.

Poem

It is the small things in life that make it worth while. A walk in the rain, snow falling gently on the ground,
A baby smiling for the first time, a moment of solitude with the Lord, or a day spent with the whole family.
It is the things we take for granted; the everyday occurrences that keep us sane.
It is a wondrous thing to be able to see the beauty of moments like these they are a gift from the lord and we do not always take the time to recognize them, as we hurry thorough our time rushing along in the river of life.
Rather than floating along on a gentle flow.
The work will be there, the house will be there, and so will our worries, the world will not fall from its axes if we stop for time to just be.
Take time to be with the Lord and the day just turns out good.
Perhaps that is the real key to being happy, to recognize the gifts that the Lord has given us.

Debra Gallagher.