I don't really have any BIG news to blog about, just some things on my mind.
The "N" on my keyboard has decided to strike. I don't know why, but it annoys me a little.
On to more significant things....
I have been praying really hard for some friends of ours. They found out in December that they were 5 months pregnant. You read that right, but go on back and re-read if your jaw is hanging open like mine was. Their baby boy was born way early about 2 weeks ago. He only made it to 28 weeks. His name is Jeffrey and I ask that you pray for him. I pray that the Lord has His hands wrapped around him, growing him so that his parents can bring him home in May. He weighs just under 2 pounds and has a feeding tube because he is so young that he hasn't learned to suck. My heart breaks for them because they also have an 18 month old at home and are visiting Jeffery every day. I know they are torn between their two boys right now and I can't imagine the stress they are under.
My Wook has been in a very fussy mood today...I don't mean whiny and crying I mean he has fussed out / let have it, his little brother and our backyard birds. He started calling his little bro by his full name this morning when he innocently cried! He also stood on our back patio and shhhhh-ed the birds repeatedly and told them "No! Stop it birds, stop it right now!" and "Birds, I asked you BE-QUIET!" There was a slight, ever-so tiny hint of a threatening tone. I stopped and wondered if I sounded like that. I knew the answer.
I miss my Granddaddy. I sat around the table with my parents and cousins last night. We reminisced about our time with him. It blows my mind to think that I loved him for 30 years, but my Granny... she has known him deeply, and deeply loved him for 68 years. The Lord blessed them with 68 years of marriage!
I remember what a strong, hard headed man he was. He is a survivor of polio. Post Polio left him with some muscle deterioration and a thing for walking sticks! I think of him and all that he has accomplished and overcome in his 92 years of life, each time my babies get their polio vaccine. And I thank God for it. I think of all the things he could have given up on, but instead, found a way to do everything...his way.
I remember Sunrise Services with him each Easter, putting up corn in the summer, riding in his old pick up truck to go feed the pony "Boy", fishing and catching greedy turtles, and always eating ice cream together. These things meant so much more to me when I had a child myself. You really hold on to them. I wouldn't trade Micah's time with him for anything. Though I know he and Lincoln won't remember Granddaddy, I will cherish seeing them together.
I pray that Micah and Lincoln make the kind of memories I have, because they are absolutely priceless. I know I will see him again, because he was a lover of and believer in Jesus Christ. He doesn't miss us or feel sad. He wouldn't want to trade heaven for anything. As much as he loved us, he wouldn't want to come back here.
The preacher preached the funeral service from my Granddaddy's bible. It was falling apart, the bible was literally coming apart. That made me smile to think of how much he used it. There were so many things tucked away in it that were near and dear to his heart. He had his favorite passage written down in the front of it. It reads. "What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul?" -Mark 8:36