Here is my big excitement for the day. After extensive on line shopping, I finally found (with Candace’s help) these turquoise bowls at Target to match the plate set that will become my only “real” plate set in the future. Pottery Barn they are not…but they suit me just fine! I’d rather have a bargain that won’t make me cry when it gets broke. Anyway, I thought the match wasn’t too shabby. 🙂 Yes, I am smiling. Some days, it’s about the little things.
Goodbye to this set in all shades of brown and earth colors. One set of dishes had to go, and this was not only a dislike for Tony because of the ridges in them, but will not go as well with the future decor after our move. So they get to remain in the family and become part of Caleb’s future kitchen repertoire.
Parenting children, both adult children and children in the home, can be a bittersweet blessing, but is a blessing, indeed. I love all my children and am intrigued by their personalities and lifestyles. Admittedly, sometimes I wonder “how did that come from me (or their dad)”; and most often it is because I am fascinated by how much intelligence, creativity, strength or some other such trait is apparent in them. If it is a negative trait, I usually have only to look in the mirror of my soul to find the root of a trait that got passed on, of which they may have allowed to grow temporarily unchecked. For these I trust God to use it all for their good somehow. If they let Him, I know He will. (Rom. 8:28-30) My children are each unique delights, and I am thankful that despite whatever differences we have, they all enjoy keeping up with their dad and I, in some form or extent, and often in spite of crazy, busy schedules.
I am thankful that my children are independent thinkers and those with families are, along with their spouses, raising sweet children. If some of my children have not yet formed conclusions regarding their purpose in life and God’s part in it, when they do, they will own those conclusions and will not be shaken. It is sweet to rest in the promise that …”all they children shall be taught of the Lord; and great shall be the peace of thy children.” Isa. 54:13. They know that just as Jesus prays for us, so we, as parents, pray for them…”I sanctify Myself for them so they also may be sanctified by the truth.” John 17:19. They should know that their parents pray for them even if they are not innocent (who of us is?) …”He will rescue the guilty one, who will be rescued by the purity of your hands.” Job 22:30. They should know that I am a demolition machine armed with weapons of mass destruction aimed at their enemy and mine, when on my knees and in my armor doing all sorts of prayers on their behalf. (Eph. 6:13; 2 Cor. 10:4-5) They should know that I have put in multiple requests for dispatches of angels to protect them. (Ps. 91:11-12). Though some of them think I worry too much, and often that is true, they should know that more and more I rest in Phil. 4:6-7. God’s peace surpasses every thought and guards my heart and mind in Christ. I serve a loving Savior and He is well able to guard what has been entrusted to me until that day. (2 Tim. 1:12) I believe that includes my children.
I love the fact that despite much teasing and picking on each other, my children know …”how good and pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity.” Ps. 133:1 We have wonderful times together; my husband, my children, their spouses, their families, their friends and I!
Recently my 15 year old daughter and two girls who typically comprise the middle school age Sunday School class that I have committed to teaching at our church this year, have visited our local nursing home several times. We went with the intent to visit, sing, or whatever would be a blessing to the folks who reside there, and we do this on a room to room basis. We quickly surmised that if there is any interest in socializing at all, then grabbing hymn books out of my shoulder bag and offering to sing together is the best way to go. Though we may fit in some small talk between songs, often various degrees of hearing impairments and just general stranger anxiety on both sides is overcome by song. We were surprised at how often the residents knew nearly every word to the hymns, which works well since most cannot see the words on the page anyway. One elderly woman keeps a guitar under her bed and had us get it out so she could accompany us. Sometimes the key is right and sometimes…well we try to harmonize with her. To hear them belt out the songs with exuberance is inspiring, to say the least. Upon leaving the last room on a recent visit and nearing the turn to head down the last hallway, we heard the two occupants loudly conversing, “I so enjoy when they come, don’t you Ina May?” …”Yes, I do REALLY enjoy them.” Smiling the rest of the way to the car, we thought to ourselves…”and we REALLY enjoy them”. We were the ones with the bigger blessing.