5 years ago this month, God took her home to heaven. Though the truth is, Alzheimer’s/Dementia took Grandma from us long before then. At first she’d just forget what time we’d be leaving for church the next day or when we’d be eating dinner. Later she forgot her grandchildren, children, and eventually even her own identity. Bit by bit the disease took more of her. I remember walking into the care facility the weekend Scott and I had gotten engaged.
A few years ago a woman from my church passed out these prayer cards written by Bob Hostetler to the ladies in our MOPS group. Each card had 31 Biblical Virtues to pray for your children, with verses included. I thought this was a great idea and instantly tucked it away inside my Bible.
Only to forget about it and lose track of it with all the other papers stuffed in there.
Since before each of my children were born, my hearts deepest desire has been for them to know the Lord Jesus as their Savior. My son has demonstrated to us numerous times through various conversations that he recognizes he is a sinner and Christ died on the cross to forgive his sins. My girls have not come to that point yet, but this Easter season we got one step closer.
Sometimes the music in my car radio really serves as nothing more than background noise to the chattering or squabbling going on in the back seat and the to do lists and other random thoughts going on in my brain. One day though something about the lyrics caused me to take pause and listen. I turned the radio up and even though I’ve heard the song countless times before, I listened to it for the first time.
As 2009 came to a close, we spent some time as a family discussing the highlights. It really was a wonderful year! I feel so blessed for the many opportunities for family fun that we had in the past year.
In January Scott and I were able to go to a Steelers home AFC championship and watch them beat the Ravens and make it to the Super bowl. Shortly after we hosted a Super bowl party with our family and watched our beloved Steelers bring home a 6th Super bowl victory.
Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!!!
Growing up and living in the midAtlantic region means that snow is something we are familiar with, but we don’t encounter on a regular basis. It’s not like we’re living in Houston and a dusting of snow occurs once a decade. But, it also isn’t unreasonable that I don’t go out and purchase snow suits for my kids every winter either. We can typically anticipate seeing snowfall at least once a year.
I am reposting this post from last year because, it’s still what it’s all about and I love reminding myself of that as often as possible. That’s What It’s All About… December 20, 2008
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As we were getting ready to go to the tree lighting ceremony downtown my son asked, “Mom, can I tell Santa that he is not what Christmas is all about?”
I love that as we anticipate Christmas, my kids know that we are preparing to celebrate Jesus’ birth.
“To think that we were just the lucky few And all along I never even knew” – Bebo Norman
Growing up, I didn’t realize how truly blessed I was. In fact, I don’t think it was till I went away to college that I truly recognized how good I had it. I was blessed to grow up in a home with two parents who truly loved each other as well as my brother and I.
When my son started preschool last fall, I told him he’d have a chance to make some new friends. His response? “I don’t need new friends. I have enough friends already.” I then proceeded to explain that sometimes maybe they need us. It took a little while, but he warmed up and made some new friends at preschool.
Hmmm… ever notice how sometimes you see something about yourself reflected in your child?
This year in my Bible Study we are studying the book of John. Last week we read in John 4 about the Samaritan woman at the well. It’s funny to me how I can read a passage I’ve heard many times before and this time see it in a new light with fresh application. I love how living and breathing the Word of God is. Many things challenged me about this passage.