About oneta hayes
ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Thank you. Yes indeed. Sometimes this is something we tend to forget but indeed how wonderfully we are made. Even as we age the process of change shows Godly purpose in all things. (including adaptability).
He is indeed the Wonder and all he does is wonderful, from the ant to the elephant.
God doesn’t have to count hairs to know their number–he already knows everything. (Even in the case of some of us for whom the number decreases every day!) But he cares that much about each of us that he keeps track of even the smallest details of our lives. He knows the things about each of us that matter to us, as well as the tiny details that we would never bother to learn about ourselves. I think that is awesome and wonderful. J.
I love his giving man a problem to figure out and then science comes dragging along and confirms what God said in the first place. That’s the reason I like the DNA number thing. But of course, he could tell me at a given time how many hairs I have, but that seems sort of pointless, except of course, to show me how much he cares for every detail. 😀
I too often marvel over how my sons are so wonderful, despite their DNA.
They are a delight, aren’t they? 😀
They all amaze me constantly.
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I think in our human eye’s we try to limit God and his capabilities, which is where we fall woefully short. Even before I was born, he knew me – every atom of me 🙂
Designed in the eye and live by the breath of great Jehovah God!
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Thanks, dear Jacque. I still think you are one of the greatest blogging friends ever! I got so busy I forget to tell you sometimes.