One voice. One thought. One word. One mind. One heart. One yawn. One smile. One spark. That's all it takes.
One voice to call attention to one thought.
One word to expose one mind and one heart.
One yawn--one smile--to give birth to another's yawn or smile. That's all. It only takes one.
May your voice spark a positive thought, provoke an encouraging word, and 
expose the joy of God within your mind and heart for another to see today. selahV
<==HayJae and Abby in the hammock. HayJae thinks Abby comes to visit Grama's house so she can play with her. Love comes easily for HayJae.
And love builds and builds as Brooklyn cuddles with her little cousin HayJae on another day and time. They're sharing marshmallows and staring at the birds above them.==>
And what could be more precious than baby sister Kinsey toying with big sister HayJae's toes. Someday all that HayJae is will be what Kinsey wants to emulate. Perhaps there is something prophetic in her fingers trying to hold on to HayJae's foot.
"Oh, sissie, what beautiful feet you have," Kinsey praises.
"The better to lead you, dear sister, " HayJae replies.
GOOD MORNING, KINSEY! Look what Grama has for you!
Oh Grama! This feels sooo, uh..
What can I say?
Can I eat it?
THIS IS A DAISY? A yellow one?
Oh, I see! You love me, You love me not. You love me...
HOW ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL!
YOU LOVE ME!
YOU LOVE ME!
And God does, too? And you get all this from a flower?
"Consider the lilies..."~~~And the Yellow daisies.
May 2, 2007
It began on Friday. I picked up the girls from school in Texas. My car was filled with the usual goodies--apple juice, pretzels and chips. For their amusement--Alice in Wonderland, Popeye Cartoons and coloring books. (Hey, they have to have something to do on the hour-long drive back to Oklahoma.)
We had to go by their cousin's house and pick up HayJae. HayJae didn't disappoint them. She danced with joy and ran around the livingroom squealing, "Catch me, catch me." They accomodated her, then off to Grama's house we went. There is when some real hard fun began.
Here's Haylee Jae, painting her hand purple so she could plant her handprint in the middle of her artwork.
Her favorite colors are pinks and purples.
Ain't it a pretty piece of work? All around her picture is stamps of flowers and bugs.
Abby is more interested in the stamping for her artistic endeavor. Here she begins by painting her flower stamp purple. Later she covered a cardboard box and insisted on me helping her decorate the blank sheets of white paper with our own creations of art.
We had such fun as we took turns drawing all kinds of scenes and designs. I taught Abby how to draw a bird and she thought she'd uncovered a diamond. All the while
...
Brooklyn sat sewing a felt Butterfly together from a kit I'd purchased for a dollar at my grocery store "dollar-section".
She's nine, and though she loves to paint and stamp, too, she felt particularly "special" because I bought her a craft she could do that her five-year old sister didn't get to do and her two-year old cousin wasn't capable of doing yet. She especially liked stuffing it and wrapping the peacock-blue pipecleaner around it and forming the antennas.
Brooklyn settled into her dad's old recliner (which I now claim as my own) to watch the BARNYARD video and Abby thought it fun to play with her Grampa's hair. (what little there is of it)
Well-Ah! Grampa's peak! Abby adores her Grampa and he obviously adores her as he allows her carte blanc with what few strands of hair are left on the top of his head. He's such a great sport! LOVE. 
No greater Love has a grampa for his granddaughter than to allow her to play with his hair and give permission for a photo taboot.
We had ham and mustard for dinner, played games all day long, watched Barnyard a dozen times as well as Seventh Brother. We fed the birds in the backyard, took naps and got ready for church the next day. Here is the favorite place for us all to go. Both girls want their hair in hotrollers...
and have all the patience in the world for the grand result of curls flowing down their backs for their wait. There's never enough time for all the things we want to do on their visits. But we cram in as much as we can. I gave Brooklyn a prayer journal to which she said, "Grama, you always get me things about God, don't you?" I smiled. She took her prayer journal and began to write in it. I explained what a petition was and she asked God to let her come back on Spring break. On the ride back to Texas that evening, Brooklyn started another prayer journal. She made it out of paper and put on a cover. She made it for Abby. As we drove down Route 44, I heard her explaining to Abby what a "petition" from God was. Five-year-old Abby couldn't grasp the concept of asking God for something. All she knew how to do was thank Him for Mimi, Sissie, Dada, Mommie, Darrell, and Ali (her dog). How blessed I was to be reminded of counting blessings rather than asking for them. A little child shall lead me.
When we got to their house, Brooklyn ran to her room to grab her wallet. She wanted to show me all the Awana dollars she had accumulated at church for memorizing scripture. She was saving them up for a special shopping spree at church. And the best part of it all is that she still knew her verses. And having hid God's Word in her heart, I knew I had nothing to fear as she walked on in life. For with His Scripture in mind and the Holy Spirit in her heart, she'd have a Lamp unto her feet and a Light unto her path forever. And that's what I learned from my weekend with my granddaughters. What a blessing! [copyrighted, SelahV Today, 2007]
It began with watching a video about courage. Then we went outside to feed the birds. We filled the birdbath and Haylee felt it important to float plastic eggs in the water. Here she peeks expectantly at the eggs. Will they hatch? 
What would an Oklahoma day in the February sun be without blowing dandelions to the breeze?
Then we must read Grama a story about "Jesus" even though the book is entitled Where Is Pooh Bear?
Sunbeams kiss the child in search of wonder and joy. A miracle in progress. A blessing from above. God's gift to all who touch her life in any way.
This is my Haylee Jae.
HayJae playing possum on Grampa's legs. February 2007. We watched the little darling while Mom was shopping. She saw fit to spoil her Grampa. Captions might read:
"Shh! A beauty is sleeping."
"Ahh! This is what I call a recliner!"
"I go where you go Grampa; and we go when I say so."
HayJae and Grampa after church Sunday February 25th, '07. I'd put her long bangs up with a little clip. When she saw herself in the mirror she said: "I am a princess."
Grampa agreed.
"Oh yes, you are a princess." 
And here, she sings us a love song! How sweet to hear the sound of a child who lifts her heart in praise for life. All because she's happy being just where she is at that particular moment. No pretense. No expectations of anything other than our undivided attention. Oh, that it could be so for us as we seek to please the Lord with words of song, praise or encouragment. Could we but seek to give Him our undivided attention? Could we be happy simply to rest in His arms? And when we look in our mirrors will we catch a glimpse of His face and see Him smile? Oh sweet bliss, immeasurable satisfaction that it be so. "Let the little children come unto Me, and forbid them not." [copyrighted, selahVtoday, 2007]
Possible things Kinsey Marie said in these photos:
"I really didn't mean to say that!"
"I said I was sorry!"
"Well, if you ask me, we oughta watch Veggie Tales."
"I can't believe Mommy left you in charge, Bubba."
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"Okay, okay. I'll play with you!"
"Well, any other time, you'd say cheese first!"
"So I had a bad hair day!"
"What ??!"
