Just when you think your life is made up of sheer survival, is boring and mundane, you find yourself designing and sewing a Perry the Platypus costume for a seven year old!
I hadn’t even heard of Perry. I certainly didn’t know what Perry looked like. Never mind say the parents. You can Google him. This is not much comfort. I can Google me too.
If you are in the same mess, watch for a Perry costume appearing somewhere under my googled name. Wow! What a credit to have on my resume!
Doesn’t God have the best ideas for shaking you out of your sad self, your staid comfort zone? You gotta love his sense of humour.
Psalm 30:5b-The nights of crying your eyes out give way to days of laughter (MSG).
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!!
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