Psalm 73:16 (ESV) My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
As I'm clearing out shelves to organize and pack up, I'm experiencing the delight of going through various memorabilia of Mother's Day cards, Christmas greetings and thank you (and apology) notes from you. Among them was this Christmas drawing portraying a child's perspective of what the members of our family looked like. Even the garb reflected styles we actually wore. I found research papers for my MPH and read through them one night, reminiscing about those days of little sleep, thankful they were completed and missing them at the same time. One of these papers helped formulate my belief in the benefits of hospice care in dying well. I finally opened the box of letters between Dad and me before we were married, and from my Mom and Dad, treasures I will need to arrange in chronological order to weave the stories from over forty years ago into sensible fashion. My dad's letters will also be added to the materials for the book about him I've untouched for many months that continues to beckon me. I dwindled the books I had stored on the upper shelf of my closet into a manageable few, giving away the rest; they have already borne their influential impact on me. I kept Tuesday's with Morrie so that I could remember the strivings of my father with ALS, poignant and sorrowful reminders of our family's encounter with that disease. There are also journals of entries I made during times of confusion and angst that I had to write out in order to journey through them. These have been encased in a shoebox for rereading at a later time. I hope I don't find any more memorabilia because the shoebox supply is vanishing.
The three of us meet with Graham Builders this Friday to review the cost analysis based on the work needed and our choices for the renovation. I'm sure it'll be like Property Brothers where we'll have to modify our plans to stay within budget. In the meantime, we keep thinking of more things we want. We may be in sticker shock after the meeting (I hope we can drive home safely). I'll let you know.
Our challenge is to want all God has apportioned to us, nothing more, nothing less. I see His Handweaving in the past tenses of what was and see it still in the future tenses of what will be. He still encourages us to dream big but to believe that He dreams bigger and that He doesn't shortchange us along the way.
Trusting in His currency,
Mom
As I'm clearing out shelves to organize and pack up, I'm experiencing the delight of going through various memorabilia of Mother's Day cards, Christmas greetings and thank you (and apology) notes from you. Among them was this Christmas drawing portraying a child's perspective of what the members of our family looked like. Even the garb reflected styles we actually wore. I found research papers for my MPH and read through them one night, reminiscing about those days of little sleep, thankful they were completed and missing them at the same time. One of these papers helped formulate my belief in the benefits of hospice care in dying well. I finally opened the box of letters between Dad and me before we were married, and from my Mom and Dad, treasures I will need to arrange in chronological order to weave the stories from over forty years ago into sensible fashion. My dad's letters will also be added to the materials for the book about him I've untouched for many months that continues to beckon me. I dwindled the books I had stored on the upper shelf of my closet into a manageable few, giving away the rest; they have already borne their influential impact on me. I kept Tuesday's with Morrie so that I could remember the strivings of my father with ALS, poignant and sorrowful reminders of our family's encounter with that disease. There are also journals of entries I made during times of confusion and angst that I had to write out in order to journey through them. These have been encased in a shoebox for rereading at a later time. I hope I don't find any more memorabilia because the shoebox supply is vanishing.
The three of us meet with Graham Builders this Friday to review the cost analysis based on the work needed and our choices for the renovation. I'm sure it'll be like Property Brothers where we'll have to modify our plans to stay within budget. In the meantime, we keep thinking of more things we want. We may be in sticker shock after the meeting (I hope we can drive home safely). I'll let you know.
Our challenge is to want all God has apportioned to us, nothing more, nothing less. I see His Handweaving in the past tenses of what was and see it still in the future tenses of what will be. He still encourages us to dream big but to believe that He dreams bigger and that He doesn't shortchange us along the way.
Trusting in His currency,
Mom