Praise God for this confirmation to Roger that He is watching out for him. This happened just after Roger had a made a major decision. We feel it was confirmation that Roger made the right choice.
The picture shows Roger’s hand as he showed me his shoe with the nail through the heel. He had stepped off the mower I think. He said there were no boards with nails in them. Don’t know why the nail was there.
Sending the picture with blessings of Easter to you all. Thank God for the Resurrection Day.
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...
Makes one wonder how many times angels have moved rocks, thorns, beams or US so that we did not dash our foot against a stone. Only in Heaven will we get to see how often and how much we were protected. ❤️&🙏, c.a.
A small reminder perhaps of the nails in Jesus’s hands and feet. it was Easter weekend. Not that we shouldn’t remember every day when the Father’s beautiful Boy, who became a Man, hung on the dead ‘Tree’ of Calvary.
I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
Sweet aroma 
Makes one wonder how many times angels have moved rocks, thorns, beams or US so that we did not dash our foot against a stone. Only in Heaven will we get to see how often and how much we were protected. ❤️&🙏, c.a.
I believe that. It is amazing to watch the traffic whiz by. I wonder who is/are really patrolling the highways.
God is truly watching over him. That’s a big nail there.
Have a blessed Sunday, Adelheid. Thanks for your time reading my blog and making comments.
My pleasure! Blessed Sunday to you, as well.
A small reminder perhaps of the nails in Jesus’s hands and feet. it was Easter weekend. Not that we shouldn’t remember every day when the Father’s beautiful Boy, who became a Man, hung on the dead ‘Tree’ of Calvary.
The nails did not miss their mark on Jesus. The wonder of the Easter event is as lovely tonight as it was on Easter Day. Thanks for the comment.