Here I Am Again

I’ve been missing you all! I have a new look to the page. Hope you like it.

As well you can now buy my books right off the site!

Just think, I got my own shopping cart without going to Walmart, Shoppers, or Zehrs.

Thanks to all of you who worried about me when I didn’t write.. You have no idea how much it means to me.

I finally made it to Iroquois Falls to visit our son, daughter-in-law and the darling Grands.

The ‘other’ mother-in-law (Lynn) and I ventured up the highway and only got lost once or twice. Both times were the fault of Missy, the GPS..

I asked Charles if any other mothers-in-law travelled together. His reply? “Probably, but they wouldn’t be talking!”

Lynn and I never stopped! What a wonderful time we had…..

Neither of us had seen their new house or the town, school, work place… did all that and missed the Tim’s restaurant…how did that happen!!

Our 49th Wedding Anniversary

Everyone tells me that the first year is hard simply because of all the ‘firsts’ alone. March 2nd, our 49th wedding anniverary loomed in front of me. Family and friends went out of their way to be there for me.

So many called and wanted to spend time with me that day. People who have my devotional book ‘Heartfelt, 366 Devotions for Common Sense Living’ read about our marriage on the day and called or sent E mails.

Some kept secret the fact that family would travel hundreds of mile to be here. What a surprise! This sounds simple until you factor in three children under five, March weather and time off work. Family fixed my dryer, sat with me and on occasion cried with me. Of all women I am most blessed. Thank you all for remembering…..I am remembering you all with thanksgiving in my prayers.

How Can Things be the Same?

How can things be the same when they are so different? Ron and I are still together in our little house. The family came to be with us yesterday. Charles and Tabetha brought lunch. Judith and I ate our standared white chicken with baked potato. Ron rested. The grandchildren play high-spirited games around our feet. This is all familiar to us.

But now Ron rests in a hospital bed, on morphine for pain, seldom conscious. The grands look at Afi (Icelandic for Grandpa) and say..Afi sleeping. Night Afi. and go on playing and trusting and expecting their parents to keep things right.

And the adults? We cry some, reminise some, fear some……while the grands, knowing they are loved…trust in that love.

Eventually the rest of us remember that we are loved too. We know Jesus. We have right relationships with God……and we determine  to trust him…because he makes all things right–even when everything seems so wrong…

Brenda J Wood http://heartfeltdevotionals.wordpress.com