I saw it on my morning walk.
A chalk pavement picture drawn on a driveway.
I know the house; I know that there are four children living there.
I tried to guess which one drew the picture.

The picture was a large flower.
A happy flower, I would say.
Large daisy like petals, with a long stem and green leaves.
The flower covered the width of the driveway.

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My daughter took the picture.
My granddaughter is standing in the back yard.
She is looking up at the sky.
Even though she is in profile, I can see the big smile on her face.

I followed her gaze with my eyes.
She was holding the string of a kite.
The kite, even on this hot day, was high above the trees.
I know she wanted this particular kite for a while.

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I went into the little market.
I stop there weekly to pick up a few organic things I purchase there.
I could go through the market with my eyes closed.
I know where the things are that I routinely buy.

I can zip in and out in less than ten minutes.
It’s not that I’m on a time crunch.
I just that I know what I want and where to find it.
I know the cashiers from my frequent visits there and they know me.

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Life becomes interesting when you find yourself acting out a scenario from a children’s book.
If you have been around young children,  you know about this book.
If you have been around young children, you have most likely read this book to them.
If You Give A Mouse A Cookie is now being read to my grandchildren.

If you give a mouse a cookie, he’s going to ask for a glass of milk.
When you give him the milk, he’ll probably ask you for a straw.
The story builds from one thing to another.
It is a progression that children find amusing.

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Our family loved playing board games.
We still do, when we’re all together and when there is a chunk of time.
Some games I will play as well.
Some games I prefer to watch from afar.

I remember when I went from one child to two children.
I remember putting the baby up for a nap and having time with my older daughter.
My intentions were good.
However, early mornings and night feedings brought on a midday sleepiness.

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n honor of the tenth anniversary of Whispers Of His Movement, on March 6, I am sharing my second Whisper published in 2012. This is a personal story that is still a tender memory.

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March 6, 2022 is the 10 year anniversary of Whispers Of His Movement.
In honor of that special day, I am republishing my first two Whispers.
Both were published in March, 2012.
I am so grateful to God for this quiet space to listen to Him together.

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I never wear ear buds.
I don’t even own a pair.
I don’t think I would like the feel of them in my ears.
More than that, I don’t want to miss the sounds all around me.

When I walk each morning, I carry my phone with me.
I pull out the pop socket and get a good grip, so it can record my steps.
I turn on a Bible study podcast that I listen to each morning.
I follow that with a short podcast of daily news.

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I met a friend for breakfast.
The restaurant has beautiful canvas photographs on the walls.
Many of the bucolic scenes are from local farms.
Some of the photographs are close-up pictures of animals.

As I put my things into the booth, my friend went to get her coffee.
I looked up at the canvas picture above me.
It was my son’s dog!
The photograph was not actually his dog, but it might as well have been.

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My husband carried the book into the kitchen.
I forgot I had this, he said, opening it on the kitchen island.
It was a book with the name of the company he worked with for forty years on the cover.
It was a book that was published when the company changed its name twenty-two years ago.

Look at this, he said.
He showed me a page with very neat penmanship in the margin.
It was written by his father.
His father had worked at the same company many years ago.

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