(As you read this, please take the time to blow away the chaff of my scattered mind and find the grain of my heart.)
Over the past few days I’ve had several people ask, “What do you need?” I’ve thought a lot about the answer to that question, and the practical, black and white, type-A in me wants to make my list of things.
Well, let’s see… I’ll need help with childcare and carpool… meals… cleaning… anything else?
“Thou hast made summer and winter.”
–Psalm 74:17
“My soul begin this wintry month with thy God. The cold snows and the piercing winds all remind thee that He keeps His covenant with day and night, and tend to assure thee that He will also keep that glorious covenant which He has made with thee in the person of Christ Jesus. He who is true to His Word in the revolutions of the seasons of this poor sin-polluted world, will not prove unfaithful in His dealings with His own well-beloved Son.
Yesterday I wrote about my Daddy and Pappy’s birthday. As promised, here is the post about my Pap who is now 86 years old and has been happily married to my grandmother since they were 18–you do the math!
Oh, how I love this man!
Today is one of my most bestest, favoritest days in the whole world!
It’s a day of celebration of not one, but two of the best gifts I have ever been given.
My daddy and my pappy (mom’s daddy) were both born on this day, and y’all, there aren’t enough words in my vocabulary to tell you how much I love them both.
You want to know my favorite memory of them both?
Every morning they sit with coffee and their Bible and they just love their Jesus. (I honestly can’t remember a morning when I was with them that they didn’t have their Bible in their hands.)
It began with a simple prayer request at breakfast on Tuesday.
Every morning I read to my littles while they eat. We learn about Jesus. We talk about our day. We share what we are thankful for and then we pray. “Remember,” I said, my voice starting to shake, “To pray for little Andrew. He has chemo in 2 days again, and his hair is starting to fall out and…” I choked on the last bit of what I was going to say, because I couldn’t say anymore. I was too nauseated, overwhelmed by the visceral reaction as I knew… KNEW… what that was like, especially for my dear friends.