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...
Sweet aroma 
Soothing words— yes, the face of the Father
Amen.
Thank you, Oneta for those comforting words and thoughts.
Have a blessed week with your comforting Father.
Thank you very much, Oneta! Pardon, I haven’t been able to communicate in a while. Dealing with grief and multiple bereavements. I have finally set up my WordPress page: https://nlemchuku.wordpress.com/
Hope you’re doing well. Blessings to you and your family!
Hope you will enjoy your refreshing time on Word Press. Thanks for visiting.
Thank you very much, for your beautiful insights. I have never stopped reading your blogs since we last chatted. Always a delight!
This is beautiful, Oneta. I love imaging God’s face so close to my own. Hugs to you for the conjuring of this heart-warming image for me!
I think at a second grade level. Let the little children come to me. 😀
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Good things to remember during this time of upheaval.
Never changes, the Father’s love for his child.
loved it!
Thank you. Hope you feel that special Father’s attention.
God only allowed Moses to see the back of His Head. The time wasn’t right just yet then
Larry, I had issues to deal with when writing this because God said that Moses could not live and see His face. But on the other hand, His words are not meaningless when he invites us to seek His face. The best I can do is to put it in “kid” talk. Children seem to be quite comfortable when we talk about Jesus/God living in their heart. However that image becomes more of a reality when I think of the man Jesus. I can easily see Jesus bending down to talk to someone who seeks his face. What meaning do you see in “seek my face?” Thanks for taking a longer look.
Over the course of the past quite a while I’ve been looking into things like this a lot, so I shall have to start paying more attention to your posts~
I desire your input. I need stimulus to keep me questioning myself and questioning God. I write a lot of playful kinds of stuff, but I am quite serious when it comes to speaking of matters of life, death, and relationship with Jesus.