Today is October 7th. This particular day has had some extremely pivotal moments in my most recent years. Some have been amazing and some have led to harder days. But no matter, every day is a precious gift from God and even though I sometimes struggle with how things are, I thank Him for every single day of this quickly passing life.
Seven years ago, our family was blessed beyond words with a special little boy. Timothy, my grandson, brings joy in my heart. Even as I sit here typing this, my heart overflows and I can’t stop the smile on my face. Coming from a family of girls, I wasn’t sure what we would do with a boy! My experience was with a sister, a daughter, and a granddaughter. I knew this would be different, but I had no idea how much!!!!! Boys are definitely boys!
Timothy is a natural comedian. I can always count on him to make me laugh. Even when I shouldn’t laugh at his antics, I just can’t help it. He’s just a funny kid! Laughter is something I desperately need in my life these days.
Not only is he funny, he is normally extremely easy to get a long with. You know how we girls tend to be; drama queens. But Timothy, he just sorta rolls with the punches. That works out well having an older sister! He makes me wish I, too, had had the privilege of a rearing a son. I am proud, as you can tell, to be his grandmama.
I look forward to seeing what God will do with this amazing little fellow.
Happy Birthday, Timothy. Sh-sh loves you bunches.
Timothy’s first birthday brought with it joy and pain. Les finally broke down and saw his doctor that morning and was sent straight to the hospital. Although I knew he was sick, maybe even seriously, none of us expected the blow to our lives this hospital stay delivered. Our world was crushed when two days later we were told it was stage IV lung cancer that had metastasized to his liver. Our lives have never been the same since. Thirteen months later, Les moved in with Jesus and I was left without a husband, Stacey without a daddy, and the grandkids without their Pop. I’d love to tell you that I’ve recovered, but the ugly truth is I haven’t. Do you ever? I asked one of my new neighbors that the other day. She is 88 and has been widowed since her early 50’s. The tears that welled up in her eyes were all the answer I needed. With God’s grace and strength, you move on, but the empty spot remains. You make a choice every day to walk it with your hand in God’s, trusting and believing in His promises. If you are trying to walk this path with the Lord, I just don’t know how you are doing it. Apart from Him, I would be a basket case.
Speaking of the Lord, I love how He can make some much good out of the not so good. It was October 7th of last year that I held an Offer to Purchase in my hand for the house Les and I had built together. Only 3 months after placing it on the market, in a very depressed real estate area, God had moved. If you read my blog regularly, then you know I made this decision based on God’s leading. This contract was a reassurance to me that this was the right thing to do.
Life has its ups and downs, for sure. You probably have a day or days that multiple things have transpired, too. In fact, a friend of mine lost her husband and then gained her first grandchild two years later on that same day. I remember how we rejoiced in that God had taken what was such a sad day and turned it into a day of joy.
Yes, this day holds a hard memory, but the good ones turn my mourning into dancing.
Lots of love, Sharon