In my Bible I carry a photograph.
It's a moment frozen in time,
A super happy instant divine.
My little nephew who barely knew me well
accepted my offer of help up the stairs.
And up we ran without a care!
When I read sometimes my mind tends to wander.
I search out the page that holds my small joy.
A smile comes every time I look at that boy.
My prayers span the distance,
As right now we live so many miles apart,
Far away, so far away, but always, always close at heart!
Today is the little fellow's third birthday. Happy Birthday, Little Isaiah!
Take care and try to be good. Be nice to your brothers and eat the food on your plate. Careful, don't let any bites fall to the floor! I hear that happens a little too often these days. Three years old is a very good age. Not too many worries, at least not until you are four! Then it will be almost time to start that school work and stop all that tumbling on the floor! Ha!
Isaiah and his family live in Southern Brazil a three day trip by car from where we work in the Northeast of the country. We saw each other in person last summer while we were on furlough just before my brother left the States to begin his first term of missionary service. May we all meet again in short time!