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Angel Wings By coolgranny in The Paradox of Long Lives October 25, 2009

A much needed brainless weekend was just what I needed. Galveston was pretty, although breezy and cool for two of our three days. It didn't matter to the hub or me. We enjoyed the sand and seas and the beach combing. On our third day, the water was flat, the air was cool, and the sun warmed us as we enjoyed the day. The motorized parachuters were doing their thing, and we enjoyed being buzzed as we strolled up and down near the water's edge.

Hub decided he wanted some live sand dollars and went on in to the first sandbar. Not me, I just laughed at the chilling antics. I felt fortunate to find some large angel wing shells and live clams. I could repeat that scenario every day of my life. We both came back more relaxed than we have been in a long time. Hub commented that this place needed to be on our agenda at least twice a year. I agree, but I would agree to any waterfront anywhere. I get the same relaxed feelings looking over Lake Tahoe or closer to home Lake Conroe. I am a true water baby.

I made sure that the boys were both fish at a very young age, and later made way too many surfing outings before the driving years. My blond beauty got to feel the sand, water, and shells during her outing. I was surprised that she didn't try to eat everything because she is late teething, and all goes in her mouth. She seemed to enjoy the textures of nature and was quite content to have her Mimi pour sand over her toes. I couldn't help thinking about how nice the sand felt for sculpting. I will introduce them to that sooner than later in life.

I went into this weekend feeling numb. When life's challenges strike, I am usually the go getter to fix stuff, but I can't fix cancer and the next eight weeks. My daughter-in-law's cancer is very aggressive, and she will be treated with chemo and radiation 5 days a week. I won't be there to give the needed support and physical breaks that both will need. Both of my boys were great with their ins and outs while Pops took three years to recover from a botched surgery. I don't feel guilty, just powerless. I just resigned myself to the fact that I would get through the happy weekend because I needed to do so for everyone else involved.

I didn't expect to find peace in the form of angel wing shells. I have hunted for shells for as long as I can remember, and until this weekend I never found an angel wing. This weekend, they seemed to be everywhere, and I added all sizes to my collection. As I would find a new one, I felt an enormous peace concerning my kids. I was reminded that God is in control, and I was able to just let go and let God. It doesn't happen much in my life. I am such a control freak. I had called upon my prayer warrior friends who know my soul and its desires. I had prayed and repented and prayed some more, but hadn't found peace in my heart. The abundance of angel wings is such a small example of proof of God's love for me and my family. Each time I would pick up one of His creations, I was reminded of the real angels that do His bidding, and it ocurred to me to ask for that hedge of protection that only God could provide with His angels. I had a blessed weekend when I just let go mentally. I came home filled with hope and lots of angel wings.

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