Blowing a gale

Having promised I wouldn't write about the weather .... again ... I have failed at the first hurdle.

 

The weather is wild.

Real gale force winds and NOT nice when you have a garden full of very tall trees where you sit and watch and try to assess if they fall are they tall enough and close enough to hit the house.

I hope I never have to find out.

I have a page to hare tonight made from a kit by Studio Lalie designs at Pickleberrypop called Weekend in Paris. It is a gorgeous kit and perfect for scrapping anything but I couldn't wait to scrap Paris.

 

The photo was taken on our first evening in Paris and the start of what was to be a truly memorable holiday.

Today I am thankful for

• being inside in this wind

and I know lots of you miss my page a day calendar posts - I do too.

But this is a lovely post

 

 

Am I An Angel? No, No
by: Phyllis Murphy, Source Unknown

I was catching a later flight to St. Louis, then on to Minnesota. A couple of seats in front and the aisle over sat a very pretty lady. She smiled back at me, I smiled at her noticing her pretty floral dress.

The rest of the flight was uneventful, but as I was getting off the plane I noticed her again standing by the prompters seeing what flight she was to take and what gate. I stood beside her looking for my gate, and flight number. I commented to her that I had noticed her on the flight to St. Louis and she had on a pretty dress. She said "Thank you", I asked what flight she was taking? She said to "Phoenix". I looked and she had a two-hour layover, I also had a two and a half hours layover and asked her if she would like to go to the cafeteria for something to eat or drink. She said "Sure". We introduced ourselves on the way down the ramp, and she told me that her name was "Phyllis". I laughed and said "my name is Phyllis also".

As we sat in the booth she began telling me that she had been told she was dying of cancer and had less than 6 months to live. She was on her way to visit her children and grandchildren before she began taking treatment. She then told me that she had never flown before and she had prayed a specific prayer. She was
afraid she would get lost at the airport and not be able to fine her way to the gate, and didn't know what she was going to do for the two hours she was there.
She prayed, that someone would meet her at the gate and stay with her until she left the airport. She then asked me "Are you an Angel God has sent"? No, I assured her I was no angel, but did God use me to answer her prayer? Yes.