It's moments like these

this was written on the date below from a past blog called: god's gift

sunday, august 10, 2003

Moments

It's moments like these:

On Saturday night, Taylor asked me if there would be Communion tomorrow.
I said "yes", why?
Taylor said, "The last time I was in Children's church and never got to take it."
Out of curiosity and her self awareness, I asked her why she wanted to take it.
Taylor said, "Because I feel blessed".
I said, ok, I will make sure you can.

During church on Sunday morning Pastor Gary asked for any prayer requests; Taylor raised her hand and without prompting from me; asked for prayer for her Grandma in Chicago and for an elderly man, Alvin Grosz (76, heart attack, been in hospital for 6 weeks now, not doing good).

It's times like this that God confirms to me that children are a blessing and I am so lucky to have God blessed us with her.

A Gift From Heaven

I’m sending you a child, God said,
to take care of for me.
You’ll need patience and understanding
‘cause this child cannot walk you see.
You’ll learn the beauty of a smile,
you see, her learning will be slow
but with the love that you will give
I know that she will grow.

This child will bring you pride and joy
with each new thing she learns
though there will be times she brings
you worries and concerns.
But you’re the kind of parents
that I know can make it through.
That is why I’m sending her
to the two of you.

The lessons she will teach you
not everyone will see,
because she will also have
what’s known down there as CP.
Her learning will take effort
and progress will be slow
but the love and joy she’ll bring you
few "normal" kids' parents know.

I’m not sending her because you’ve sinned,
nor to punish you,
I’m sending her to you because
I know you’ll love her too.
This child is a special child
I wouldn’t place just anywhere,
I want her with a family
I know will take good care.

And after searching wide and long
the whole world through and through,
I decided that this gift of love
would be sent from heaven to you.

A POEM BY Fran M. WEBB 

Forever and Always

   When I first meet my beloved Bill - the first people to welcome me into his family was his older sister Arlene and husband Lloyd. That bound has never broken but only grown over the 40+ years we have been married.
   You see they are remarkable people.  They love the Lord our God with all their hearts, mind, body and soul.  And their lives are lived by that example.

  They come from a large family, on both sides.  One had 11 siblings and the other 19!  They know nothing but to give.  I can't ever remember Arlene not smiling; unless she was crying with you.  She is the matriarch of the family - all the cousins on down know Aunti Arlene and of course her camera.   She lights up the room with her presence and always makes you feel special..only to her. LOL   I can't imagine my life without them in it.
  She is 15 years older than Bill and was the instrument God used to bring Bill to the saving grace of our Lord Jesus Christ at the age of 17.  She is his big sister and he will always be her baby brother.   There is so much that can be said of her such as:  all the reunions she organized, all the thousands of pictures she takes, her homemade soups and her homemade caramel rolls.  All the clothes she has sewed or knitted plus the numerous blankets.
  I wanted to pay tribute to you both hear in hopes that maybe someday in the distance future people will still read about both when we are gone.  I love you guys.  Bets

Faces into their Hearts

...this is so true.   I have changed.  I am not who I used to be. You will change too.  Life has a way of doing that.   I began this blog to express my thoughts..good or bad..happy or sad.   I think a lot...about everything. My children and their lives.  They grew up so much different then I expected them to be. We were ok parents; not the best.  We did what we thought we could at the time.  I always wish we could have done so much more.   At  times, even now - I still hear what we did wrong.  It hurts.
   It hurts when you do not hear from your children in a very long time.
   I don't know if other parents have thought this - but there have been many times I have thought the hurt is too much to bare thinking quietly, I wish I had never had children.   Grandma always said; you're a parent till the day you die.  So true.
  I know having children make you smile when they are little; and you are proud of things they do and accomplish; but what most people don't  talk about are the disappointing times...the embarrassing times....the turning your face so they don't see you crying times..the disrespecting times...the turning away from God times.
   The times you want to say so many things and can't because...you'd be interfering, butting in or they just plain do not want to hear you.