Gerta and the Geese - Part 2

Gerta glanced around hastily, where were the geese? And who let them out?

She heard honking and headed in the direction of the sound. She found them, but there was a slight problem. They were in their next door neighbor's front yard. The one that hated geese even more than Gerta was scared of them. He had promised to shoot if he ever saw one of the birds on his property.

Gerta had to get them home, and she had to get them home fast!

"Dear Jesus," she prayed silently, "Please help me get the geese home"

Gerta and the Geese - Part 1

Gerta was not afraid of the dark. Gerta was not afraid of heights. Gerta was not even afraid of spiders. In fact, there was only one thing she was afraid of. Geese!

She lived on a small farm with her mom and dad, and her younger sister, Hallie. On the farm were chickens, goats, rabbits, and geese.

Every morning, while feeding the goats and collecting the eggs, she shuddered as she passed the gate to the goose pen. Her fingers would wander to the area just below her eye in memory of the bite one of the geese had given her when she was only six.

The goslings had gotten out, but couldn't figure out how to get back in. Gerta had picked one up and was starting to put it back in the pen when one of the geese flew up and tore off a patch of skin under her left eye.

Even at ten, the very thought of a goose brought pain to that area. It was usually only a dull ache and didn't last very long, but it was there.

Hallie, who was only five, was not afraid of geese. She would often tease Gerta about it.

"Gerta!" she would say, "There's a goose behind you," and then Gerta would jump and Hallie would laugh.

One day, when she walked by the goose pen, the gate was open and the geese were gone!

God's Love

If there's one thing that you need,
Before all things should proceed.
If there's one thing you should know,
It will tell you where to go.
If there's one thing you should trust,
Something that is just.

It's God's love.

What Jesus has done for us

1. He died to save us

2. He arose to claim us

3. He lives to keep us

4. And will return to take us

Thank-you, Jesus!

When Grammy Died - A Poem

When Grammy died,
We cried and cried.
The crying lasted many an hour.
Oh! Who knew sadness had such a power

She died on Sunday, Mother's Day.
'Tho many people oft did pray,
God saw fit to take her home.
Now she never more shall roam.

She was a daughter, wife, and mother,
Teacher, and sister to her brother.
She made cakes with what you wanted.
She understood, and never taunted.

Never ready before noon,
Even when, "I'm leaving soon"
The funeral was at two o'clock,
Each heart as heavy as a rock.

So many pictures lined her walls,
Her grandchildren, she loved them all.
I am so proud to be up there,
She's my Grammy! I loved her care.

Many people brought love and food,
All joy was paused sadness - the mood.
for two weeks we had relatives.
Now they're gone, but life still lives.

Someday, someday, life will even out,
But until then there's no need to pout.
She's gone home and so,
I think we ought to let her go.