I’ve written a lot about my now-12-year-old Great GD, Ashlyn. Some of you might even remember how much I have learned from her tender heart. So you will understand how excited I was to be going to her water baptism. I headed out. Wandered all over the area where I thought the church was. Found wrong places galore. Parked and walked about three blocks, believing that some family member would go get my car for my return. No. The place I went to was locked up. No choice but to head back down the street again. Time was whizzing. I knew I was going to be late. Tears began. Oxygen tank was getting heavier and heavier; cane was wobbling; knees were weaking.

Two young people came out of a deli, toothpicks in use. One smelled like onions and garlic, very much like a human being. They noticed my despair and asked if I needed help. One carried my load; they got me to my car. I found a new use for a covid mask. Yes, I needed a tissue so I used a cast aside mask to wipe my nose. 😀 Maybe God will decide to equip angels with tissues.

I think of my father-in-law who always said he had two angels watch out for him. They were named Goodness and Mercy. Do you know the song “Surely Goodness and Mercy Shall Follow Me?” I never did find the church. She was baptized. I missed it.

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...
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  1. Jacquie says:

    I love what your grandfather said! Wow, never thought of that. I need to share that if I may.

  2. I dislike when that happens. It can be frustrtating to miss such a wonderful event.
    Blessings to your GD 🙏🏻

  3. capost2k says:

    Maybe Jesus will give her a do-over in Heaven just for you. He’s like that; but if course, YOU know that. 😉
    ❤️&🙏, c.a.

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