Post for My Granddaughters--My Roof Top Visits

When I was a teenager, my grandmothers lived with us off and on.  I was at the rebellious age and would feel the need to escape to talk with someone I felt would listen.  I was fortunate to not have any friends live near by, so my petitions, and complaints, and joyous feelings were shared with my friend Jesus Christ.
I would go to the old walnut tree next to our garage, and climb up on top of the roof.  No one ever thought to look for me there. Once I had found a comfortable spot (I am on asphalt shingle right, comfortable?) , I would lean back and contemplate the stars and how small the night sky made me feel. Sometimes I was upset, and would sit and cry and express my feelings to Jesus with great fervor. I talked with him about many things.  My pain if I had been disciplined, my sadness if I hurt or felt wronged, my desires for the future...husband, being actively engaged in helping others.  He was there for me. I never heard a voice or had a star open up in a cloudy sky like your GranddadE, but I felt an immense comfort, I Knew He was listening.  I loved and still love Jesus Christ with all my heart. I have never failed feeling good when I was about his business making others feel loved and good.
What I smiled at many years later when I heard your GranddadE's story was, I wonder if we were looking at the sky at the same time.

'Twould be a fine story right?
I love you and hope this is a story you will remember. GrandmomE