THE FAMILY PHOTO - PINNED TO GOD'S HEART (for Mother's Day)


I am sitting in my living room easy chair looking across at a special family photo on the opposite wall.  I am transported back to a time when my children were just one and three years old.  My husband Rien smiles with fondness as we hold the innocent children for an unplanned store photo. Stephen, three, is excitedly laughing, his blue eyes merry under a drift of blond hair. One-year-old Grace , blonde with her Daddy’s brown eyes, stretches out a baby hand, her face captured in the sweet beginning of a smile.  I am so happy now that we had the photo taken, as the children are now grown and my husband no longer with us.  The photo, for years a favourite sight in the hall of our home, had been stuffed into a box because of a broken frame.  My daughter, sensing how special it was to me, had had it reframed to match my new apartment.
A wonderful new thought pours into my mind like a helium balloon being filled:  God, being outside time and greater in understanding than we, still sees those children as they are in the picture, knowing everything about them, every thought and trial they have ever had or will ever have.  They are pinned to His heart, as they are to mine.
               

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