Our "baby" turned fourteen last week!
I am constantly amazed at the accelerating passage of time!
He was such a huggy, happy baby. In many ways he still is. Life and the journey through it moulds and shapes us. Sometimes in good, great even, ways and sometimes it seems to take the stuffing out of us. I see that in his life just now. He is still the same eager, helpful, sensitive lad but he can be a young man with the cares of the worlds on his shoulders.
We pray.
We encourage.
We wait on the Lord!
oo0oo
At times I feel like a young child myself :-)
As I spend time with my parents I seem to still regard myself as their little child.
My Dad is very weak and frail.
He believes he is dying.
Alas, aren't we all?
But as I drive away I don't remember the fragile, white haired man
snuggled up in foetal position.
Blind, almost deaf and dependant.
I let my mind travel back to those long ago golden days..
I see the hero of my childhood.
Broad shouldered and laughing.
Hoisting strainer posts effortlessly to his shoulders.
Chopping wood with strong, even strokes.
Patient, dependable.
Again we pray.
We encourage.
And wait on the Lord.
oo0oo
Old age limits my parents greatly.
But they accept, for the most part, with dignity and acceptance.
I feel limited by my lack of health and strength
yet I know and rejoice that
"The joy of the Lord is my strength"!
and
"Godliness with contentment is great gain."
Isaiah 40:31
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.



