Cheer for your friends.Have I mentioned before how much I love my job? When was the last time I told you what a blessing it is to spend my days with the men and women at Edgewood? Am I making you jealous? *wink* OK. In all seriousness, I am a blessed woman to be able to "work" where, and with whom, I do. And I had another glimpse of that delight this week during exercise class. I've mentioned my "neighbors" across the hall here before. B, and his wife U. B had a stroke and has pretty much no use of the right side of his body, and has HUGE difficulty communicating. His wife is exceptionally patient and kind, but also gets quite worn out in caring for him. So, this week B came to exercise class and U stayed home to read and get a little "break". The first thing we do during exercise class is throw a beach ball around. I stand in the middle of the group and toss the ball to each person. They catch it and toss it back to me. Now, picture B - who has no use of his right arm. I tell him the ball is coming and gently toss it high in the air so it comes down on his lap. And B, with all the strength and coordination he can muster, traps the ball on his lap with his left arm. Then - using only one hand - he maneuvers the ball and rolls/tosses/drops it back to me. And the crowd cheers excessively. The smile on B's face was a beautiful thing to behold. But I think I was even more taken by the grace and kindness being displayed by his peers. They weren't cheering because B caught the ball and threw it back to me with stellar form and amazing precision. Rather, everyone in the room knew there was a pretty good chance the catch and/or the toss were NOT going to be successful at all. (They've seen failed attempts already.) So, it wasn't a cheer for performance. Instead, it was a cheer for persistence. For courage to try when it would be easier to quit. For being willing to hope in the midst of hopelessness. It was a group of friends communicating to another, We know your situation is difficult. We know what it's like to struggle, too. And we're so proud of you for not giving up. We love you! I stood back and looked at the men and women around me, and I thought I had never seen such a wonderful group of friends before. And I thought, I want to be just like them. Cheer for your friends. Do you have a friend who needs your support today? Disclaimer: The ideas and opinions expressed in this post are my own, and may not necessarily reflect those of Vista Springs Living Centers.
Friday, August 29, 2014
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Remember last week when I told you Josh was recording the baby turtles hatching?Well, as any good grandma would, I have to share the video! This one is fun, too. A time lapse of one little guy emerging from his shell. Proud Papa released all the babies on Tuesday. What a great experience it was for him!
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
In Michigan, they say there are two seasons: Winter, and Road Construction.And it ain't Winter right now, folks. *sigh* So, Sunday as we were driving home from Holland - after we drove to Holland from Wheaton - we were a bit discouraged to come upon backed up traffic. Which we knew was from construction about five miles yonder down the highway. When we'd been creeping along for about 15 or 20 minutes, we noticed cars ahead of us going through an "Authorized Vehicles Only" turn-around. (Love those signs, by the way. Always know where to find my "Z" when we're playing the Alphabet Game!) Some vehicles which were past the turn-around were even retreating back to it, so they could get to the other side of the highway and seek an alternate route. Matthew asked what those cars were doing, and I said the drivers probably knew another way to get where they were going. A few moments later - when we were closer to the turn-around - Brian looked at me and asked, "Do you really think they know a better way?" Knowing what he was thinking (That he wanted to follow suit and use his "smart" phone to
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Monday, August 25, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Josh has been very excited this week.Pacing around the house and investigating progress checks like an expectant father. Because his turtles have started hatching. Several weeks ago, one of Josh's buddies found a nest of turtle eggs which had been dug up - apparently by a predator. Knowing Josh's affinity for all things "turtle", this buddy carefully gathered the eggs and brought them over to my young herpetologist.Since Josh had incubated some turtle eggs last year, he had everything necessary to care for this new batch. And he got right to work making them a suitable warming station. However, not knowing when the eggs were laid, Josh couldn't predict when they would hatch. So, he's been like a nervous father-to-be for the past week, or so. Always wondering, Are they going to hatch today? They finally did start hatching. So far two have made it out of their eggs, and a third one has begun chipping away. (Update: As of Wednesday night, we have 10 baby turtles. Three eggs are left to hatch.) And, like a proud Daddy, Josh is recording the "births" with the intention of making a video for his youtube channel. You know, to inspire and educate other budding herpetologists. I love watching my son caring for these turtle eggs. Particularly, since these eggs were "rescued" from an attacked nest, Josh is happy he has the opportunity to hatch them. Without Josh's help, probably NONE of these turtles would have made it. His heroic act makes Josh very proud. Josh's careful study and application of what he has learned makes his mom very proud. But all this hustle and bustle around the excitement of the hatching eggs - all of Josh's "new daddy" behaviors - has me asking a very important question. Does this make me a Grandma??? ****************************************************************************** Brian and I are going to Wheaton today to help move Elizabeth into her dorm room. Will be with her until late Saturday. *smile* Soooo, no blogging here tomorrow. May grace and peace be yours in abundance this weekend!
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Sunday morning, I took a trip. I wasn't expecting it, but smack in the middle of our worship time - Jesus took me on a little trip to some 24 years ago. It happened when we were singing Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing, and we got to the second verse. I sang these words:
Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God; he, to rescue me from danger, interposed his precious blood.And suddenly I was back in college - thinking I was "fine" - not knowing I was a lost little sheep in need of a Savior. I was never opposed to God or Christianity. Hey, I've attended church for as long as I can remember. I just didn't know there was such a thing as a personal relationship with Jesus. Frankly, I thought He had done what He needed to do, and now the world was left to fend for itself. So, there I was - a stranger, wandering from God, not realizing I should (or could) be doing anything differently. Until Jesus pursued me - very cleverly - helped me understand my need, and made me HIS. Every time I read a verse like Jeremiah 29:13, You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart, I thank God that He did not wait for me to seek Him. Because I honestly thought I was fine, and I don't know when I would have ever gone seeking after Him. Indeed, His grace is amazing. So, that's my story. How did you come into a relationship with God? OR, if you haven't begun that relationship, what is holding you back?