|This is a photo of mom, dad, and us six kids, Easter of 1953.|
That may sound sad or perhaps even morbid to some. And, yes, there's some sentimentality on my part when I think about stuff like that. However, God has been with us all throughout the journey. And, for 92.5 years He has been with our mom. She is not in a good place at the moment. I'm not talking about the facility she is in. I suppose it is adequate. But, she can't help but wonder if she will ever be able to recover any ability to function. Before her fall, she was for all intents and purposes, nearly blind. However, she knew her way around their house. She could still cook their meals. She could still use multiple magnifying glasses to read her Bible and to see what's up with the family on Facebook. As she lays there day after day, these are the questions that haunt her. Yet, we see her and we laugh with her because we know she is a living example of God's provision and grace. When I drove in this morning and got out of my truck I could hear the nearby train clicking and clacking its way down the track. It was still pitch dark. I stood there taking in the cool crisp air. Listening. That train sound was an important part of my life growing up and I can't help but be thankful for the ride that God has allowed me to take. That train sound brought back so many memories but at the end of it all, just thankful. That's all. Just thankful. Amen. ....More later.