Sunday, November 22, 2009

When words just fail....

The raison d'etre of this blog was stated here in the original post last December,
almost a year ago:
We wanted to find our grand-daughter, niece and cousin Nicole and we needed to learn to keep looking upward, hopeful but content for whatever happened to lie ahead of us.

It all started a week before the Canadian Thanksgiving,
October 12.
My nephew Bryan sent me an e-mail saying he had found (by some miracle) a Facebook profile pic of his cousin Nicole and had sent her a message with a link to this blog.
Four weeks later on November 14, Nicole's Gramma and three aunts (including myself) flew to Florida for their first face to face encounter in twelve years.

Waiting for Nicole in the lobby restaurant of our hotel...

The story has yet to be told and ironically, now I am beset with the telling of it.
It involves knitting - on the beach of all places. Prepare for the unusual.
And now a scripture verse pops into my brain from Yvonne's funeral, Psalm 139: 13b & 16:
" knit me together in my mother's womb....
All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be! "

All I can say is this: God sure moves in mysterious ways.
There's more to this knitting thing than meets the eye. While I sort through "the marvelous" of this past week - I will reflect on the wonder of Psalm 139.
And then, just maybe - I'll be able to speak sensibly.

By the way, Nikki? We sure do love you & miss you already!