Vacation… A time of relaxation and rejuvenation. A time to visit family and old friends. A time to unwind and look forward to a restart. Actually, vacation went very well. The only hitch was mom getting a stomach bug. But everything else was great.
My sister still tried to back us out of Sunday, right up to that morning but I smiled, held my ground and held God’s hand. It was awesome to see my son and his little family dedicate themselves to Christ. It was more than worth the extra miles and aggravation.
Stay safe and God bless…
There are a lot of saying about time flying. But it is true. I think we notice it more and more the older we get or the older our children and grandchildren get. Time is a funny thing. It can be your friend or your worst enemy.
I often Skype with my daughter-in-law as she shares times with my new grandson with me. He is growing like a weed…lol. I was fortunate to be in North Carolina when he was born and I miss the time I could have had with him when he was an infant. There is nothing so sweet and calming as holding an infant in your arms.
I hope to see all of my grandchildren this coming Christmas. Even though I know it will be a busy and hard time for me, it will be worth it. My oldest two grandchildren are in high school and the youngest girl is in second grade. She will be nine in February. They all are really growing way too fast. But I have been so blessed to be a part of their lives. They really do amaze me.
This month will fly by as well. I am getting jewelry ready for a festival the first weekend of next month and I’m feeling the pinch. I have moments of creativeness like most people do and sometimes it can go dry for days. That bothers me as though it isn’t normal but I know it is. It affects my writing as well. I’m surrounded by so many things I could be doing that I often find myself sitting and trying to decide what to do next. It sounds silly, but I guess it’s likes filing papers in a folder, so the brain can reorganize.
My writing has slacked off this month and last too. I’ve been studying more, again trying to get some things done, and focusing on family. Which is good I know but it all feels like it needs attention, as if it could ever be finished.
I have often taught on what it means to wait on God. I use to teach 1st and 2nd grade Sunday school. One of the easiest ways to explain God’s timing was to use the comparison between an oven and a microwave. I don’t remember who came up with this but it wasn’t me.
I would ask them questions about watching their mom cook and bake in the oven versus heating something up in the microwave. I remember one little girl told me her favorite snack was cookies. I asked her if her mom baked them in a microwave. She said no because they wouldn’t bake right. I asked her which was more important, that they quickly be ready to eat or that they be great to eat. She said great to eat was best. I asked her if it was worth waiting on the oven and she agreed.
That day they gleaned a small bit of what it means to wait on God. While it is a very difficult thing to do, we know it will be far better than anything we could do ourselves. He does not operate in a microwave. I’m glad it doesn’t.
Stay safe and God bless.
As Mother’s Day approaches every year, I love to search for small memories of growing up. Our mom was the homemaker who made us breakfast before school every morning regardless of how she felt. She drove us to school and picked us up until we were old enough to safely walk home together or with friends. When it was supper time you could hear mom call us from a few streets away. Or she would poke her head out the back door and tell our friends it was time for them to go home. Mom kept home safe and ruled with a love-wrapped iron fist. She was our example in every day life. She was our teacher and our safe harbor. Everyday she taught us some little something about God’s love either spoken or by her actions.
As we grew up and started to date, mom was there for every aspect. She was out spoken when she didn’t think either we or they were behaving right. She caught us when we floated with joy and when we crashed in tears. It was mom who taught us how to drive, sure dad would drive with us on the weekends when he was home. But mom did most of that work. She quietly but sternly corrected us whenever and where ever we needed it. Yes, we had to pick our own switches to get whipped with but she did it because she needed to, not because she wanted to hurt us. It is because of mom (and dad, of course) that we are responsible, respectable, polite and upstanding citizens.
It wasn’t enough to just tell you how great our mom is. I had to tell you why. I could go on for days about her but I think you get the idea. I can’t imagine life without her. Hopefully she will live as long as I do so I won’t have to deal with that. But I know that is a dream and may not happen the way I want it to. I actually don’t want to lose either of our parents. I have heard some people actually say they will be glad when so-in-so is gone. I can’t imagine feeling like that about our parents. They are both amazing people.
I figure they must have done something right somewhere along the line. Dad was able to retire from the railroad in 2000. So he has had 15 years so far to enjoy the life he built for his family. We are so blessed it is hard to find words. A few years ago they invited me to move back into the family home. I was skeptical at first but it has been a real blessing. I was divorced and my children are grown with families of their own. I took it as a blessing from the beginning because I was not looking forward to getting the call in the middle of the night that I needed to come home for a medical reason. Praise God, they are mostly healthy, just getting older…lol.
I think part of that equation has to be their faith and walk with Jesus. Some may say sure, it’s just coincidence, but I beg to differ. They have friends that are older and younger than they are and they are dying or having major health problems. My parents have health issues but nothing major. They are survivors and taught us how to be survivors too. I hope all of this has rubbed off on my children. Of course, we know who holds them in His hands.
Thank you Father for our Mom (and Dad) and the many blessings I would never be able to list.
Stay safe and God bless…