Candy Cane Hearts

     Yesterday after church, my little brother was making hearts out of candy canes (He had gotten a bag of candy as a treat).  As he made as many hearts as he could, I took the apples and oranges out of the paper bag and put them in a large bowl.
 
      I watched as he made the hearts.  When my dad looked at the hearts, my younger brother asked him how he liked them. "They are pretty Samuel," said my dad and then went on cooking lunch.

     Later when I asked my brother why he had made the hearts, he said, "I wanted to make the hearts for mommy and daddy, because I wanted to show them that I love them."

   
     I still wonder how my six year-old little brother figured out how to show his love for his mommy and daddy, with four candy canes and the shape of a heart.

From My Attic,
Eva

The Sun Always Rises

     There are some days when I don't want to get out of bed, because it is so dreary outside.  There are other days when I practically jump out of bed, because of excitement that this day isn't dreary, and it is clear and beautiful.

                                                                                                                         

      Today was one of those dreary days for me, and I didn't want to get out of bed. But when I saw the dim, misty sun flowing through my window, it was like God spoke to me saying, "With me, the sun will always rise."
     I thought about this for a few seconds, and then it all made sense.   With the God who breathed out stars and is bigger than the universe, the sun will always rise until He comes back.

 
  I know now, even on a dreary day, the sun's morning light always shines through the thick fog.
                                                                       
                          From My Attic,

Eva

A Special Gift From a Special Friend

     Yesterday, I was at my special friend's house to visit for a while when she asked my mom's permission to give me a bracelet.  My mom said she should give it to her daughter.  But my special friend said that it wasn't a hand-down-from-generation-to-generation kind of thing and that she wanted to give it to me. She said it had been given to her when she was sixteen and was working at a hospital. She told me the story of the bracelet like this,

     "When I worked at the hospital, I worked with an older woman who didn't ever have any children. One day  she came to me and told me, 'I think you are very special, and since I don't have any children, I want to give this to you.' As she said this she gave me this bracelet." 

     My special friend showed me a bracelet that had three red gemstones in a line on a gold chain.

    She said, "Like that older woman who said I was special and gave me this bracelet, I want to tell you that you are special, and I want to give you the bracelet that the older woman gave me."

     I was so touched. She could have given the bracelet to her daughter, but she gave it to me.  She said she didn't know if it was real, and I didn't care if was or not.

     It was a very special gift from a very special friend.  That is all I care.

From My Attic,

Eva