This story came to me this morning.
It is one that really caught my heart.

WINTER BUBBLES
asi.Weaving Small Wisdoms
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"Grandma, can we blow bubbles now?" Taylor asked,
tugging on my sleeve.

Turning to look at my four-year-old granddaughter, every
part of me wanted to shout, "No." She would ask, why.
What reason would I give?

"It's winter in Wisconsin. The temperature is fifteen
degrees below zero outside. Grandpa died last week
and I don't feel like doing anything."

I decided it would be easier to blow bubbles than try to
explain.

We bundled up in our coats and gloves, before carrying
the large economy size bottle of bubble solution out onto
the deck. Taylor carried six different sized bubble blowers.

Her first bubble emerged in a swirl of pink, blue, and
yellow color. It floated slowly, then suddenly shattered like
glass. "Wow, Grandma, what happened?" Taylor asked.

We had blown bubbles together many times but nothing
like that had ever happened before.

"The air is so cold that the bubble froze and turned to ice,
" I explained. "That's why it didn't pop the way they usually
do."

Suddenly my world was filled with the laughter of a four-
year-old on a cold, winter afternoon. Taylor, delighted,
blew bubble after bubble until we were surrounded by a
floating rainbow of colored crystal balls.

For a moment tears filled my eyes. Frozen bubbles might
be a small thing to some people but not to me. There had
been no moments of joy for a long time. Cancer, pain,
suffering, and finally death had filled my life for months.

Taylor took me by the hand and showed me that life could
once again hold little surprises. Moments of joy and beauty.
Times that make life worth living. Blowing winter bubbles
with my granddaughter became the most important thing to
do that day.

Thankfully I hadn't listened to my own excuses that winter
afternoon.

Isaiah 11:6 "and a little child shall lead them."

© Eunice Loecher
mailto:crafty2@newnorth.net

Eunice lives in Woodruff, Wisconsin. Her husband died in
1998. She is the full time caregiver for her two grandchildren
and her eighty-nine-year-old mother. She enjoys writing and
celebrating the gifts the Lord brings into her life each day.
Her stories currently appear in volumes one and two of God
Allows U-Turns.

This is the only room it seemed to fit in.

This was really uplifting, Gerry. Thank you.

You are welcome.
It never ceases to amaze me how when I need something to make me look outside myself, it shows up in my inbox.

This particular one came when I was feeling especially low, it reminded me that no matter a thing may be, there is always a way to see through the saddness and hurt.
He will always remind me that I am not alone, and He knows and understands what I need to make it through.
God bless.

This makes me want to go outside and blow bubbles just to see what it would be like! Thank you for sharing it!