Well, this is the last of my KID posts. If you’ve kept up with me, you’ve seen The Firstborn, and the Middler. I stuck them up permanently with a permanent sticking charm on my Home Page.
I figure folks should know what they are getting into before deciding to follow me. Just from these three posts, you can tell a lot about the Party Girl. I could nutshell it for you.
I believe in God. And I believe there are people….I call them sensitives, that can tap into the vibrations of the world. The ones most people can’t feel.
And I tend to lean more toward my Grandpa’s take on God.
When my Mom was little, she had many questions about God. Grampa took Mom outside…and knelt down. He scooped up some dark, rich soil. The very soil that he had grown many acres of corn and beans in for the better part of his life.
He told her…this is God. He pointed at all the wonders of the world, and continued to say…this is God.
I come from a Catholic family. I honor them by keeping tradition as much as I can.
But I never forget my Grandpa’s description of God.
I’ll take a huge leap here….and say that I believe God put God Energy in each of us. I think that energy was alive and well in this story I tell of my youngest.

My Youngest.
The Littlest
Something was wrong.
But what, I couldn’t be sure.
One day, I realized, I was waiting for him.
I had been told these days were past.
Have you ever missed someone you’ve never met?
I found a prayer in the back of a well-read newspaper at the coffee shop, a novena to Mother Mary.
I stole the newspaper.
Pray it once a day for three days it said.
On the fourth day, your prayer will be answered clearly.
I said it 3 times a day.
For three days.
When something is missing, you’ll do anything to find it.
On the fourth day, my phone went off.
A new voicemail from an old friend.
A garbled message that cut in and out with a song in the background.
One she thought I might like.
You’ll Be Blessed, by Elton John
Hey you, you’re a child in my head
You haven’t walked yet
Your first words have yet to be said
But I swear you’ll be blessed
I know you’re still just a dream
your eyes might be green
Or the bluest that I’ve ever seen
Anyway you’ll be blessed
And you, you’ll be blessed
You’ll have the best
I promise you that
I’ll pick a star from the sky
Pull your name from a hat
I promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
You’ll be blessed
I need you before I’m too old
To have and to hold
To walk with you and watch you grow
And know that you’re blessed
I stopped everything.
I listened.
I cried.
I knew.
2 weeks later I felt dizzy when I stood up from tucking my little girl in for the night.
My blessing was born 8 months later.
When I questioned my friend about the message, I could hear her puzzled expression over the phone.
“Lis…I left you that message 6 months ago!”
Amazing story…thank you for sharing. Who needs other people’s photos when you have gorgeous photos like this one, right?
Dear News,
Thank you for reading.
I wish I had more like these. They are precious to me.
😉
Love, Lis
xoxoxo
Absolutely. I know what you mean. When a fire comes close to your home, these kinds of photos are one of the first things you think about packing up! 🙂
Dear News,
We keep most of ours in a fire safe.
I would be lost without some of these.
🙂
Love, Lis
xoxoxoox
Great idea!!! I should think about getting one of those!
Beautiful, Lis. Love that God energy thing you speak of. Precious silhouettes of your children and that pic of you and your grandpa — so so sweet! xo
Dear Brig,
Thanks friend.
I do love the silhouettes.
I don’t like spelling silhouettes, tho.
I was just talking about you. Are your ears burning?
heeheee
🙂
Love, Lis
xoxoxoxo
I agree with your grandfather’s understanding of god…You do VERY well with your images, Lis. 🙂 xoxoM
Dear M,
I like it, too.
Thanks dear friend♥
L’xoxo
WOW. That’s a great story, Lisa!!
Dear Madame,
Thanks so much♥
Love,Lis
xoxoox