This is a bonus Microburst... Fred is missing again... Pray that we find him, Tym is VERY upset.
Fred Doesn’t Have Any
Hair onOn His Head!
For Christmas this year, Tymothie (7) got a cabbage patch kid preemie, a boy, and he named it Fred. Tymothie is a wonderful father; he feeds Fred, and takes care of Fred, and Tym even gets mad at me if I just let Fred lay on his bed all day while he is at school; I have to play with Fred.
Recently, Fred disappeared for a few days. Tymothie was in tears; he was so upset. The worst thing of all was Tymothie knew we were going to be moving from that house in a few days, and if he didn’t find Fred now, he might never find Fred. I was, of course, concerned too. I hated to see Tym so upset, but we had looked everywhere we knew to look, and just couldn’t find him.
So, I prayed, “God, I believe that you care about Fred, simply because you care about Tymothie, so I am asking you to tell us, or show us where Fred is.
Lord, you tell us in your word, in Matthew10:30, that every hair on our head is numbered, so I know your care about details, please show us where Fred is even though he doesn’t have any hair.”
Later that day, for no apparent reason, I took a shortcut across our yard in the car. I was just being silly, not uncommon for me. God can use silly because guess what I found? Fred! He was in a part of the yard we don’t often go, and since he is a little brown baby, and we are having a drought in central Alabama, we would have never found him because all of the grass is brown right now.
As if to show how much He really cares, a few hours after God lead us to Fred, it started to rain! We haven’t had rain here in almost a month! God is sooo cooool!!!
Every hair on your head
has been counted.
Matthew 10:30
DaNella
Proverbs 3:5-6
Tymothie's darling son Fred calls me Gran Nella. (You can read more about Fred here) When Tymothie got Fred he declared me Fred's granny... I balked at that, and originally was going to be a Gran Mere (french for grandmother) but Fred started calling me Gran Nella, and it stuck. Fred loves this particular nativity because for him it is life size. He wanted to go visit baby Jesus, so he climbed up on the table to visit for a while.
When we left for church, Fred was still on the bumper. Tym didn't remember him until we got to church. He checked then, but of course, Fred was gone. When we got home from church, we looked all over the drive way, and in the house and couldn't find him.
This morning we got up at 6:am (the first day of summer break, the first day I can sleep in, well until 8 at least,) and went walking up the road trying to find Fred. We had no luck. I drove all the way to the church, and we didn't see him. I had some errands to do, but on the way home, we slowed down, and looked again. As we were passing, Tym said he saw something on the west side of the road that looked like Freds clothes, and so I turned around, and as he was looking on the west side, I saw Fred lying on the east side of the road . I quickly yelled "I found Fred!" and pulled over to park so I could run back to get him. Tym said he though I was just teasing him... until he saw Fred.
