It was an afternoon of errands.
I deliberately drove home a different way.
A slower way.
A more scenic way.

It had been a week of cold temperatures with a snowfall trying to make its last hurrah.
I remember reading about “sugar snow” as described by Laura Ingalls Wilder.
Sugar snow is a late snow that falls when it really should be spring.
That late snowfall helps the trees make more sap for maple syrup.

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This Whisper was originally published in July, 2014. With Thanksgiving fast approaching, I thought that it needed to be shared again. Whispers of His Movement will be on a short break so that I can spend Thanksgiving with my family. As God allows, a new Whisper will be published on November 30.

I found myself thinking about a movie.
It is one that I watched with my children, but I haven’t seen in a while.
It still makes me smile every time I think of it.
It is the story of Pollyanna.

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I remember being in the car with my mother.
It was the days before seat belts were mandatory and car seats for children didn’t exist.
I was sitting in the front bench seat.
Sitting there was allowed back then.

I remember the sky was so blue.
The blue sky reminded me of a particular crayon I loved in my large Crayola box.
The clouds were like cotton candy in the sky.
As we drove along on this sunny day, I saw it.

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I have been watching my church’s Sunday services via Livestream each week.
It has been strange not to be at church with my church family.
It has not felt the same.
However, I am so grateful that technology makes this possible.

I am used to getting up and getting dressed for church.
I am not used to going on my morning walk and coming home to go to church.
Often, I was still in my walking clothes and sneakers as I sat with my Bible on my lap.
Many Sundays, I ate mandarin slices from a plate as I listened to the sermon.

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The mother of a girlhood friend died yesterday. This post, first written in 2014, tells of a sleepover at their house. This woman and I reconnected because of these Whispers. I republish this story in memory of her. Mrs. S is now with the LORD. Praise God that we can grieve with HOPE.

Growing up there were only a few opportunities for sleepovers.
There was one that I remember vividly.
The sleepover took place up the street from my house.
It included the neighborhood girls.

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The woman sat behind me at church.
I smiled as I took my seat.
I had never seen her before.
It all started when the worship began.

The woman sang with all her heart.
The woman sang loudly and joyfully.
The woman was exuberant in her worship.
I decided that when the service was over, I would talk to her.

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I watered my plants just like I do every morning.
I am aware of the bird’s nest in one of my hanging basket.
I was startled the day I discovered it.
As I sprayed the water into the pot, a bird flew out.

From that day on, I took special care.
I never had the water level on full force.
It was always a gentle spray.
Sometimes the bird would fly out at the first hint of water; other days I never saw the bird.

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I could not go on my morning walk, since it was raining
I decided to get in the shower earlier than usual.
I decided that I could get my food shopping done earlier in the day.
I am a morning person, so this actually fit better with my natural rhythm.

As I was getting dressed, my daughter sent me a text.
She and my granddaughter were going to be out as well.
She wondered if I wanted to meet them for lunch.
That was an easy, Yes!

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Watching my granddaughter, I am understanding the words of Jesus even more.
Jesus loved the little children.
Jesus wanted the little children to come to Him.
Jesus did not want anyone to hinder them.

Jesus said that we must become like little children.
To our grownup self, that may seem preposterous.
We already grew up, thank you very much!
Why would we ever want to be like little children again?

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I was in the mood to listen to my James Taylor radio station.
I like that station because so many songs from my high school and college years are played.
I am certain that I will know every one.
I can sing along, sometimes out loud, sometimes in my head.

I was enjoying every song that was randomly played.
Isn’t it funny how some songs will bring you right back to a particular time and place?
It is easy to remember what you were doing.
The song actually transports you to a remember when time.

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