Always With You

As I ponder this week’s Five Minute Friday prompt, “Alone,” I don’t really have words of my own. What my heart rests on, instead, is the words of others. The poignancy of friendship. The promises of God.

From some classics:

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: What! You too? I thought I was the only one. –C. S. Lewis

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.  “Pooh!” he whispered.  “Yes, Piglet?”  “Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw.  “I just wanted to be sure of you.”  ~A.A. Milne

“I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise. Don’t you leave him, Samwise Gamgee. And I don’t mean to. I don’t mean to.” — Sam, The Fellowship of the Ring

From our Creator:

“Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the Holy One of Israel, your Savior…Do not be afraid, for I am with you…” Isaiah 43:1b-3a, 5

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9

“Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.” Psalm 139:7-10

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Friend – you are not alone.

(Photo credit: Ron Kaihoi in the gorgeous BWCA)

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“I Found It!”

My husband calls to me from the other room, “Honey, where’s the special wrench and extra parts for the baby gate (that we installed two years ago)?” (as he’s installing the second one just like it, this time at the top of the stairs).

“The box in the cupboard, maybe?” I reply.

“The cupboard?”

“I mean, the shelf.”

“In the laundry room?”

“Yeah.”

He looks through it. No wrench.

I’m thinking out loud, “I know it’s around here somewhere. I’ve seen it.”

I check the bottom of the front hall closet. There was a Ziploc of random parts in there for ages, but of course at some point I put it in a better spot – that of course I can’t find.

“Maybe it’s up in the nursery closet.”

“Ah, yes, that could be.”

But Esther’s asleep, so that’ll have to wait until tomorrow.

15 minutes later, as I’m passing by the piles of crap on our stairs that just stay there until I’m organized enough to find a place to put them…

“Uh, honey?” I call.

“Yes?”

“I found them!”

“Where?”

“On the steps.”

“These steps?” as he walks towards me.

I hold up the Ziploc bag.

“We’ve had that gate for 2 years!”

“Yep.”

Haha! We are so organized 🙂

 

Courtesy of Five Minute Friday Prompt: “Find”