Sunday Morning Coming Down

My mind is a whirr of activity this morning, David is snoring away, (blissful sleep).
I have my cup of coffee in my hand and I wander out to the garden.
My memories stir.

There is an old Country Song, Titled above.

I always loved that song when sung by Johnny Cash.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was Home.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

Beautiful Huh?

Then as I view the roses I think of this song.

I come to the garden alone,

while the dew is still one the roses,

and the voice I hear, falling on my ear,

The Son of God discloses.

And he walks with me And he talks with me,

And he tells me I am his own,

And the joy we share

As we tarry there, None other has ever known.

Yesterday as I walked out to the hot tub, towels in hand,

I saw an orange Balloon floating across the yard,through the garden.

Memories again flooded my mind, I raced, (ran) to catch the balloon.

It's tail was dancing across the ground as the balloon spun. I saw writing on the side and knew I had to read the balloon, It was always just out of reach.

I watched as it picked up speed and moved higher and higher. It landed in a tree

next door and seemed to spin around a branch, Then it re spun and took off again. The balloon had a destination as a

balloon did, about 11 years ago.

The Balloon and Prayer

David had been very sick, Sheri and her family lived in Cottonwood. She checked every day on her Dad. One morning D and M,

wanted to pray for PaPaw and send him a balloon.

Mommy helped. The prayers were said, the balloon was released and soon forgotten.

A day later, the family was visiting Papaw,when M ran to the door, A balloon had dropped in our back yard. She was convinced her prayers were attached to that balloon and Papaw was getting better.

That is the faith of a little child.

Papaw was better, but until then the balloon was all but forgotten.

I recall the Innocence and faith of a child.

A balloon dropping in my yard from 15 miles away and the thrill

of two innocent children at the

sight of their prayer balloon,

their trust in God to deliver.