Today would have been my Nanny's 92nd birthday. New Year's Day will mark the fourth anniversary of when I held her hand for the last time and I miss her terribly. If I could call her today and wish her a happy birthday I would be sure to sing in my clearest, happiest voice. No one ever made me happier or feel better than my Nanny did for most of my life.
When I pray with my children and tell them of the Lord's goodness I ALWAYS think of her. She was so faithful and steadfast. She would enjoy their enthusiasm and love for God so much. Psalm 23 was her favorite scripture. It reminds me of her. Just like hummingbirds, butterflies and homemade waffles. They were all uniquely her to me. Happy Birthday, little bird. I love and miss you so much.
The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil;
my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.