Is a Picture Worth a Thousand Words?

"A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt

"Water is very forgiving. Everything lifts in water."
~ Sarah McLachlan

"If you cast your bread upon the water and you have faith, you'll get back cash. If you don't have faith, you'll get soggy bread." ~ Don King

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Watery Wednesday #73

My Grand-daughter.. Maya.. enjoys an early morning stroll along the shore..

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My Sepia Scenes photo today is of a tree.. I love trees..

This old tree has shaded the Church Yard for many...

many years..

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Today's three words are frantic.. lurch.. odor..

I will share with you a true story of a strange happening in my life.. and of a voice I still listen for in the darkest moments of my life...

Once upon a time.....

Frantic with fear I struggled to escape the world of dreams.. the odor of fire had pulled me from the sandman's grasp.. I felt my belly lurch as I heard my child cry out in the darkness.. Our house was old and built from "fat lighter" wood.. I knew we only had moments before the old house would become an inferno.. Suddenly I heard a ladies voice telling me to hurry outside that my son waited for me.. I ran into his closet sized nursery and from there out the side door... he was sitting quietly on the quilt my Grandma had made for him before he was born.. Looking around my heart fluttered as I realized that My husband was still inside the house.. I didn't want to leave my baby alone but I knew that I had to go back inside and find his Daddy... I carried him to the car and put him safely into the little basket that he would sleep in when we were riding.. I squeezed him tight and promised his smiling face that I would be right back..

I was just about to step into the cloud of smoke pouring from the side door when a black-faced..

soot covered.. apparition stumbled out the door.. I recognized the pajamas sticking to his soaking wet legs as those belonging to my Husband.. he said the fire was finally out.. A log had rolled from the fireplace he said.. knocking over the safety screen and setting the floor on fire.. I assured him that the baby was alright.. Suddenly he said.. " Where is the Lady that woke me up.. I wanted to thank her!" We never did see the Lady who's sweet voice saved out little family that night.. we never decided who had carried our child to safety.... neither of us had.. The smoke cleared after a few hours and even though we fixed the hole in the living room floor the very next day.. I was afraid of the house.. with no heat other than the fireplace I was scared it would catch fire again.. I couldn't explain the voice that had woke us both up..we both knew the baby hadn't carried himself out to the backyard... I couldn't be sure we would be so lucky the next time.. I couldn't believe that a passer by would wake us up and then leave.. could it have been an angel?.. Sometimes in my darkest of dreams I will hear a voice singing..calling to me.. drawing me from the troubled dream... soothing... It is always the same voice.. Even now when I feel afraid I listen for that sweet calm voice.. I will always wonder.. Could it have been an angel?

Have a great Night!
Patsy