...she would put those "cookies" in a bread bag, fill a mason jar with kool aid, wrap it with aluminum foil then send me off for my own private picnic....
...those memories they created for us are an inheritance of untold value....
We always had picnic tables, Daddy was a builder but came from a long line of country cabinetmakers and homebuilders. We were sent outside for lots of snacks. They also made great pirate ships, Davey Crockett cabins, etc. Mom had a set of aluminum glasses in assorted pastel colors that would keep any drink at iceberg temperature. By the time I was about five, they were well worn dented and scratched.
We never had either grandma cook for us. Grandma who lived next door was very sick from when I was five. We visited mama's mother and father but they sold the farm when I was a baby and lived in a tiny apartment in Petersburg
A great aunt who lived in Harrisonburg made huge feasts for us, all on a wood stove and in a tiny kitchen just big enough for the stove, a sink and hand pumped faucet and a tiny drainboard. And the great aunt. No room for anyone else.
But now you know. I'm having a sad day. I have a cousin who is more like a second sister than a cousin. She's been battling cancer for the past few years and it looks like the meds have stopped working and it's spreading. She's been so brave and tough. Memories made me think of her - I have thousands of memories with her. Meanwhile, my guy's mother was given days to live with stomach cancer going on two weeks ago. Another tough one, she's still hanging in there but is, like the Cheshire cat, slowly fading away. There's some really bad family stuff going on, so he's suffering.
You know our desires even before we give voice to them.
Please shelter this family in your healing arms and send the Holy Spirit into their lives filling their souls with peace.
We don't always understand your will for our lives, and in those troubled times give us the grace to remain faithful to your ways..
In your word you have told us, "Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest," "These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world" and it is on these promises we stand and humbly ask for your blessings...
...Grandma Dog did the same thing...
...she would put those "cookies" in a bread bag, fill a mason jar with kool aid, wrap it with aluminum foil then send me off for my own private picnic....
...those memories they created for us are an inheritance of untold value....
We always had picnic tables, Daddy was a builder but came from a long line of country cabinetmakers and homebuilders. We were sent outside for lots of snacks. They also made great pirate ships, Davey Crockett cabins, etc. Mom had a set of aluminum glasses in assorted pastel colors that would keep any drink at iceberg temperature. By the time I was about five, they were well worn dented and scratched.
We never had either grandma cook for us. Grandma who lived next door was very sick from when I was five. We visited mama's mother and father but they sold the farm when I was a baby and lived in a tiny apartment in Petersburg A great aunt who lived in Harrisonburg made huge feasts for us, all on a wood stove and in a tiny kitchen just big enough for the stove, a sink and hand pumped faucet and a tiny drainboard. And the great aunt. No room for anyone else.
Grandma Dog would tell me,"memories are you roses in the winter's snow"...
...at the time, I didn't put much credence into those words....
But now you know. I'm having a sad day. I have a cousin who is more like a second sister than a cousin. She's been battling cancer for the past few years and it looks like the meds have stopped working and it's spreading. She's been so brave and tough. Memories made me think of her - I have thousands of memories with her. Meanwhile, my guy's mother was given days to live with stomach cancer going on two weeks ago. Another tough one, she's still hanging in there but is, like the Cheshire cat, slowly fading away. There's some really bad family stuff going on, so he's suffering.
Dear precious Heavenly Father,
You know our desires even before we give voice to them.
Please shelter this family in your healing arms and send the Holy Spirit into their lives filling their souls with peace.
We don't always understand your will for our lives, and in those troubled times give us the grace to remain faithful to your ways..
In your word you have told us, "Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest," "These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world" and it is on these promises we stand and humbly ask for your blessings...
In Jesus' holy name we pray,
Amen