Lilacs for Grandma

My lilacs are in their glory. When we got the snow a few weeks ago I was afraid that they might not bloom. Lilacs always make me think of my Grandma, lilacs were her favorite flower. In fact, lilacs were the flowers for her wedding. Today Grandma and Grandpa Felton would have celebrated their 78th wedding anniversary.

Happy Anniversary Grandma and Grandpa! Love you and miss you still................

Letting Go

This picture hangs on the wall above my dining room table. Originally it belonged to my grandmother. Her kids (there were five of them,) presumably chose it for her because it embodied the spirit with which they were raised, and the gift she and her children passed on to their own children (that would include me.)

It reads:

Let us guide our children with wisdom,

Let us listen to their problems and help them find solutions,

Let us give them unconditional love, no matter what, and when they are grown,

Let us find the courage to let them go.     ~D. Morgan

Courage to let go is hard. Today my youngest made a choice to join the Army Reserve. My courage to let go comes from knowing that as much as I love him, there is Someone who loves him even more than that. More than I can even comprehend. So, much as my momma heart quakes at the thought of him going into danger, it also is bursting with pride at the incredibly mature, well thought out plan that he has put into motion. My baby is growing up, it is time to fully trust in God to look after him and let him go.....

A Beautiful Mess

A Beautiful Mess

We have all heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Some people might see this as a mess, a pile of sweaty, smelly basketball clothes left laying on the table (eeek!) so a certain, sometimes forgetful, Mom won't forget to wash them. Yes, there is under armour and socks included in that pile. Don't worry, if I invite you over for coffee it will be thoroughly disinfected :) But I digress. For those of you who don't know, a senior basketball player from a neighboring town was killed in an automobile accident earlier this season, on his way home from practice. That night when D Bear came home and stepped out of his smelly socks and left them laying in the middle of the floor, I thought to myself how blessed I was to be able to pick up those stinky socks, that there was a family that would give everything they had to be able to pick up another pair of stinky socks. I made a decision that day to say a little prayer of thanks every time I get to pick up after that sloppy boy. I stop short of smelling those sweaty clothes..... and it wouldn't hurt my feelings at all if he would pick them up himself. What messes do you have that are really evidence of blessings?