A dream come true! To be in Sweden with my grandchildren! That’s something I would not have imagined. It’s a gift!
For my daughter it’s something she has been dreaming about for many years, to show her family the country of her roots. We spent three years in Sweden when she was a child. Today she will see her Swedish childhood home and also the town where her Father was born and raised. Many memories were made those close to forty years ago!
I am spending the day with this charming young man. David and I stayed home so my Father could go with them. David won this lap-top at school for participating in academic competitions and winning several medals in math. “It was a raffle,” he told me. “They bribed us!” He still won, and that makes a grandmother proud!
Two of the girls and I had an enjoyable walk the day they arrived. My Dad lives two blocks from a beautiful lake. In the picture below you can see his balcony and living room window. It’s my sister Agneta and her husband Ola’s house.
Brianna might be missing her Rascal cat from home, so when she saw a little kitten on our stroll, my camera was welcome. I focus on the heart! Hearts are my specialty… they remind me of the “Seed of Love” message I have on my heart to spread! Read about it here!
I used to have a hobby of collecting pictures of license plates. It was something that distracted me and helped me in the healing process after the death of my daughter Eva-Marie. Here I have one more to add to the collection, photographed by Brianna. So now you know what Swedish license plates look like!
Spring is a wonderful time of the year! This week has been awesome, with warm and sunny weather… perfect for picture-taking! You might have figured out my now that I love pictures. I love children! I love flowers! Most of all I love Jesus, my Savior!
Guess what Sarah loves? The little girl in the front loves her tongue! Every time I want to take a picture of her she will show it off. I asked her about it. Her reasoning was that her tongue is beautiful. So, why not show it to the world?
We might laugh at this childish and playful thing. But, would I show off my tongue? Would you? We do it every day, maybe not literally as Sarah, but with our words we show what kind of a tongue we have.
“Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt”, we read in Colossians 4:6. James, the brother of our Lord Jesus, wrote about the tongue in chapter 3 of his letter.
With it we bless our Lord and Father, and with it we curse people who are made in the likeness of God. 10 From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers, these things ought not to be so. 11 Does a spring pour forth from the same opening both fresh and salt water? 12 Can a fig tree, my brothers, bear olives, or a grapevine produce figs? Neither can a salt pond yield fresh water. James 3:9-12
I wasn’t planning on writing about the tongue. I got distracted, thinking about Sarah’s innocent and childish game. But with the use of our tongue we are not “innocent.” It’s the smallest member, but what a great fire it can set! May God help us to show a beautiful and gracious tongue!
It is serious business. We will give account for every careless word we speak.
“For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. 35 The good person out of his good treasure brings forth good, and the evil person out of his evil treasure brings forth evil. 36 I tell you, on the day of judgment people will give account for every careless word they speak, 37 for by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned.” Matthew 12:34-37
The tongue show-off goes on. She will outgrow it, I hope. Sarah asked me why we need a tongue. “Try eating without a tongue,” I said. Her sister Brianna used to show her little tongue. I have a special page in my scrapbook with only pictures of her showing her tongue. She makes good use of it. Sometimes she runs her mouth faster than her brain can think! How important the we use our tongue to glorify God!
That was it! An enjoyable memory. Life is about making memories. That’s what we have left when the years slow us down. More and more I’m living on memories, but now is one more time to make some new ones!