The Moon

I walked 600 times down the 600 wing today...
punched papers, read emails, read the newspaper, talked, rubbed backs, smiled, laughed, cried,          walked 500 times down the 500 wing...
charted, played lawn dice, got sheep-head players gathered, feed the birds,  loaded up the car to go home, got the mail, stopped and got some milk, picked up the snap towels, put them in the washer, changed my clothes, grabbed a plastic bag and the dog, put Nola Jean in the stroller...
and we walked
and she took her little finger and pointed to the moon

and in her excitement she said in her beautiful voice that melts my heart
"the moon gramma, look at the moon"
suddenly nothing else mattered to me at all
except the beautiful evening
the moon shining full in the sky
and the voice of my baby girl rolling over the rushed places of my heart
slowing me down, bringing me to a peaceful place where the moon shines and little girl voices sooth your soul.
And I pray for each of my grandchildren now.  Lord, when they look at the moon that they will know even if I am not with them - I am looking at it too. And I am praying that they know the love of Jesus Christ, that they will be filled with His joy.