Monday, March 1, 2010

Once a Month Comes Quickly

A writer friend of mine and I agreed that when we posted once a month on our other blog, we would post on our own blog. February has flown by and my turn is up once again.

Where does the time go? I know each day is twenty-four hours long. Each week is seven days. Each year 365 days long. Why does it seem that time passes quickly as I get older?

I've attended six funerals since Christmas for friends from ages 49 to 83. Cancer, heart attacks, pneumonia have taken their toll. But, I've celebrated the birthday of a 108 year old healthy women and a ninety year old traveling buddy. I recently bought gifts for a seven month pregnant mother.

My own granddaughter will marry in June. It seems like only yesterday that I held her for the first time.

Time is precious. Only the older people understand and try to remind the young. I tried to entertain a four year old yesterday in a meeting too long for a little one. She starts kindergarten next year. Her daddy seems to treasure her now. That's good. Not many parents realize how quickly the childhood passes.

I recently teased one granddaughter, fifteen now, and told her she needed to go sit on the floor with her dolls and create the little plays she used to love to do. She just laughed and hugged me. Last summer she and her brother helped me pack away their outgrown toys they wanted to keep. A few were too worn out and went to the trash can. They donated others to Goodwill for another child to enjoy. It was hard not to cry. The room is tidy now. I miss the clutter, the laughter, and snack time.

Time passes quickly. Hours, days, months, years slip quickly by. It will be my turn to write again before I know it because time passes quickly now.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Thin Places by Mary E. DeMuth

Thin Places by Mary E. DeMuth is a memoir of her life to this point. Twenty-eight chapters address different experiences in her life and how she responded and how they've shaped her life. She is honest and exposes her soul to the reader. I have several sections bookmarked to read again. Initially, I thought I would be an observer because her life experiences were different from mine, but further reading revealed we shared doubts and fears common to most women. This book caused me to ponder my own reactions and life experiences. I can see it bringing healing to damaged hearts of anyone who reads it, as well as creating compassion for our suffering sisters. I'm torn between making it a keeper and putting in my church library to help other women. I think the solution is to buy another copy.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Visits from Children and Grandchildren

It was my turn to post a blog on Books To Write by. It seems like I had just written one, but it has been a month ago. Time seems to go faster the older I get.

This was a great weekend. On Saturday, I fixed lunch for my daughter and three grandchildren. I was fussing about what to fix all week, but it was a cold, rainy day so my homemade chili seemed like the perfect solution. I baked a chocolate cake since Roger is always teasing Andrew by saying, "And for dessert, Chocolate Cake." Andrew was pleasantly surprised. Brittany and I did dishes and then we all visited.

Today they all came to church. It is good to see their smiling faces from my seat in the choir. After church we all went to the new Circle H. Brittany and Andrew rode in my new car for the first time. We returned home to have "Chocolate Cake" for dessert. Andrew was very happy.

It was a perfect weekend with my family. One to keep in my treasure box of memories now that the toys are no longer an attraction. Homemade chili, chocolate cake, and conversation have taken the place of toys. Some things change. Children grow up and texting, music, friends become important. Some things remain the same. Our joy at visiting children and grandchildren remains the same.

It was a "real good day".