Have you ever taken a shower and turned your face up to gulp the water–sometimes it’s a bit warm, but it still quenches the thirst.
Have you ever said thanks when you flush the toilet?
How about looking around the produce aisle at the grocery and feeling overwhelmed at the varieties of fresh, safe food?
Or run to the doctor with a broken bone and leaving with a cast?
These simple, ordinary things we take for granted, but Joe and I just returned from a medical mission with Scalpel at the Cross in Pulcapa, Peru, and those “ordinary things,” are occasions for gratitude.
We saw old fractures–some months old, or even longer, healed up wrong, leaving limbs crooked, sometimes painful or even useless and precious , uncomplaining people waiting patiently to be seen, sitting under a tent covering for hours.
I almost cried in the store yesterday, grabbing romaine, broccoli, carrots, and cabbage, and I thanked God drawing a glass of water from the tap and flushing my tissue. In Peru, even the finest hotels and restaurants have a trash can beside the commode to place your tissue.
As I gather with my loved ones, even though our country may be fraught with problems at the moment, this year I will thank God for the ordinary blessings of being an citizen of the U.S,A.
I have spent many hours this week with another Joseph, only we call him Alan, his middle name. Joseph for for his paternal grandfather; Alan for his maternal grandfather and uncle. Although mama is still officially on maternity leave, she had to go into the office this week for an on-site review. Grammy most joyously took up the slack, and the newest grandson and I got tight. I deny it’s gas smiles when he spits out the bottle and grins when he hears my voice. I may smell a bit like spit- up, but it’s worth it. I’m kinda sorry the week is over.
Last weekend aunt and uncle from Virginia came in to help put the nursery together, and we had grandson #5–also precocious. A little over one, he is saying all kinds of words, learning “ba-bee” over the weekend. Choosing the best father/grandfather for the genetic inheritance has worked out well for me. All our sons and grandsons are the handsomest, most intelligent . . . . Oh, do I sound prejudiced? Sorry. Not.
But I’ll stick with Pop, my number one-and-only. Thanks for the memories, Love.
I have been warned about blog postings being unrealistically filled with blessings. I can’t help it–our sixth grandson was born two weeks ago, another boy (our sixth grandson, no girls yet.) One of the cousins commented to the new mother: “We are a boy family!” We welcome our newest addition, a nine pound twelve ounce whopped of a kid who looks like he might walk any day. (Just kidding. He is soft and cuddly and his Grammy’s pride and joy, as are all of them.)
My husband astutely notes that I am enjoying having a grandchild this close to us–I can get to him in a matter of minutes instead of hours, and I’m trying not to make a pest of myself, but I do pop in for “Grammy fixes”, even though they don’t need help. The advantage of later-in-life babies is that the fathers are more mature and responsible. I have been so proud of the way my sons have stepped up to the plate, and this new father, like his brothers, is incredibly good with the baby and the new mom.
Maybe you think it bold of me to proclaim myself as “righteous,” as in the title: The Seed of the Righteous, but that is Biblical. The reference is in Psalms, “the seed of the righteous are mighty on the earth–the world needs our offspring. And Righteousness is heaven’s gift to the believer. We have exchanged our unrighteousness for the Righteousness of Christ. It is his gift to us. Nothing we earn. We cannot buy it nor ever deserve it. We can only receive it. God blesses us and His Word shall not depart from the mouth of our children’s children. Being a grandparent is a cool thing!
I have few BFFs: the one college friend who attended our wedding and recently thanked me for participating in hers, my sister who has hung in there through thick and thin, forgiving much and loving always, the MOPS girls who are BFs but not BFFs because they “graduate” and move on when their toddlers become school age, but I just shared a fabulous Grand Canyon vacation with my Very Best BFF.
My precious husband of fifty years and I crossed this trip off our bucket list. We went by train (yep, three nights sleeping on the train) from White Sulphur Springs, WV. Joe, a train buff and a creation research scientist who practices orthopedic surgery, has long wanted to see God’s autograph on the face of the earth. He was able to capture an amazing photo of a condor in flight–one of the highlights of his trip.
We met neat people day after day, on the train, at our hotel, and on our tours. One morning I visited the photo studio of early explorers of the canyon, the first to ride the Colorado River all the way to the Gulf of Mexico, with one of the first moving picture cameras. The Kolb Brothers lost their boat several times and almost drowned, but they forged ahead, making a movie of their adventure. In America we stand on the shoulders of some amazing pioneers, and no one in our generation would be able to do what they did!
Those who are readers of my books and anxious for the up-coming ones, here’s an email from my publisher:
This is my first day back in the office since my two surprise major surgeries in May. Thank you for your prayers and your patience. I’m starting now to go through all your emails to see what I’ve missed and will get you updated on projects and things in the works and get your wonderful books moving.
Thanks for your prayers for her and for my books. I’m having a special holiday weekend with our youngest son, his wife and beautiful baby boy. The best thing you can do for me is word of mouth, Goodreads and Amazon reviews, enthusiastic conversations with like-minded friends, and as always, pray! I love to write, but marketing is a tough one for me. All advice is appreciated.
Love to all, and thanks for your encouragement during this “holding period.”
Many of you know that in my former life, prior to becoming a writer, after having been a mother, I was active in the pro-life movement.
As the founder of a ministry reaching out to women in unplanned pregnancy, I stressed mercy. Desperate women choose desperate measures, and if they make what we consider wrong choices, they they will need help later. Fortunately given accurate facts. having the opportunity to hear the fetal heartbeat or looking at the sonogram, the vast majority choose life.
We often encounter grieving mothers who had not met up with us and made the tragic choice to terminate their babies. The artist at this link has captured the testimonies of many of them. Their babies await them in heaven, with outstretched arms of mercy. Please go to this site:
We have been swamped the past few weeks getting ready for our grandson’s wedding. He and his bride planned the entire event. Our daughter catered the dinner and made an exquisite wedding cake. (We wrote checks!)
This young man has lived with us since his senior year in high school, and his fiancee lived with us this summer–in a separate bedroom! They pulled off a beautiful event on a shoestring. The bride, a dancer, performed a beautiful dance for him–maybe he wept, I couldn’t tell for my own tears. I knew she was preparing it–she had tole me when she first began to pursue dancing as a career, she wanted to dance for her husband and she prayed for someone who would appreciate it. She got him!
After saying the traditional vows, they added some of their own, and their insights into God’s Word and their knowledge of each others’ personality’s and needs were reflected in their mutual promises–once again, I wept.
I was reunited with his beautiful birth mother, whom I have loved all these years. She stayed with us and we laughed and wept and talked into the night. Now I am recovering (physically) and basking in the joy. They are on their honeymoon and will return to live in their own apartment. Hopefully they and their tons of friends will be around, splashing in the pool, or it will be too quiet around here.