Sunday Sabbath August 16 2015  GOD’S WISDOM IS BEST!

 

I am so thankful that God’s wisdom is always right on.  He was so wise to give young women reproduction rights and to turn off the valve in advancing years.  As a young woman I didn’t give it a second thought as to the energy it took to care for my two young children.  Yes, sometimes the days were long and tiring, and I more than once, wondered if I would ever stop scrubbing up peanut butter and jelly sandwich smears.  It did end and then I looked back at that time with fondness.  Now is a different story.  I am so happy that I do not “own” little children of my own.  I am so happy to have my grandchildren with me, especially for a couple of nights and then be able to send them home.  They are exuberant, exciting, inquisitive and amazing little boys and I love every moment with them, but…(you fill in the ending)!

So, what have we planned for the next two days?  Absolutely nothing.  I am the spontaneous type who can usually come up with something to keep them busy every single moment.  They are not allowed to watch T.V. but they have privileges at grandma and grandpa’s house to watch a DVD movie (I choose several from the library and they each get to pick out one).  I think it is more for us than for them.  I’m in the sunroom writing my blog, Dave is in his easy chair “enraptured” with Xander’s choice of “FROZEN”.  (Oh by the way Xander, who is almost four, has decided he wants to be called TORNADO.  No clue as to why.)  So, Dave is happily resting, I am happily writing my blog, and the boys are extremely happy about having the awesome time of watching a movie.  They think we are “cool” grandparents!  If only they knew!  Zach told me tonight that I forgot something because I was just old.  He didn’t say it in a disrespectful way but just as a matter of fact.  I guess that is better than telling me three years ago as he walked up the stairs behind me “Grandma, your butt is really big”.  And he was right!  Grandchildren keep you humble.

We had a delicious dinner, Court and Amy (as usual) got up and cleaned up the kitchen) and the boys and I prepared to go for a hike in the woods.  And we took the long way around.  We were in there long enough to create a smorgasbord for the mosquitoes.  We ended up walking on different paths that our neighbor keeps mowed for us and ended up in the yard of a home that is a ways off and faces another road.  We trekked up their steep hill and walked home on the road.  Poor Zach was dying with pain in his feet before we got home.  I asked Xander if his feet were hurting.  He replied, “Yes, they are killing me.  My feet are just killing me”, as he is running and jumping and walking like marathon runner warming up.  I wonder where he has heard that phrase.  Zach was simply stating fact.  For indeed he does have feet problems and gets them from me.  I am missing two bones in my feet that have caused me grief all my life.  My arch is also nonexistent.  Zach has the same flat feet but the missing bones have not been confirmed due to the Doctor choosing not to x-ray someone so young.  Zach too must wear inserts in his shoes like I do.

I have an art room (at the present it is a mess) that is filled with fun supplies for lots of crafts.  Both boys can use us an entire morning just working on “projects”.  And I can always think of some kind of project.  I just wish I could train them to clean and convince them that it was a fun project.  That hasn’t happened yet.

 

Two Little Men in the Making

By Kathleen Martens

August 16, 2015

 

I look at my two little men in the making

And my heart swells with such pride.

So full of love and exuberance

And little secrets they confide.

 

I want to wrap them in safety

That no harm would ever befall.

I pray they will be old men

Before heaven their name calls.

 

I wear a little necklace,

A rock tied with string.

It was a gift my grandson made

And it caused my heart to sing.

 

Always busy and moving around

They keep me on my toes.

I will not complain one little bit,

This time will too quickly go.

 

Oh how blessed I am to see

My son’s face look back at me.

One face that is seven,

The other face is three.

 

And I delight in who they are

And I remember the years past

When their father was so little

And that time moved too fast.

 

It makes me slow down and think,

To savor each moment given,

To enjoy these two little men

Who in childhood now are living.

 

And the Father they will be

Is inside those little men.

Now is the time to train them up

To live a life free of sin.

 

I thank God for my husband

Who was the best Father to be had.

And that we now have a son

Who is truly a remarkable dad.

 

And these little boys are in training

To walk in the way of the Lord

How awesome to share a part

Of teaching them God’s word.

 

CALENDAR WISDOM:  “A happy home is not one without problems but one that handles them with love and understanding.”

I’ll keep it short tonight for your sake because I actually do have more time to write.

Good night!

Sandra Keller if you are out there reading this I send you a big hug from one grandma  to another grandma.  I think you can identify with what I wrote.

P.S.  To All:  If you are interested in an excellent sermon regarding God’s Judgement google City Church Madison Wisconsin and look for the sermon for today, August 16, 2015.  It is an excellent teaching.

 

P. S.  Her is a poem I wrote five years ago that I thought you might enjoy.

 

I HAD A LITTLE BOY ONCE

By Kathleen Martens

May 4, 2010

 

I had a little boy once

And my heart remembers so much

From the earliest fluttering in my womb

As well as the kicking and such.

 

Such a tiny baby born too early

With such a hope for life.

He struggled for each breath he took,

His beginning was filled with strife.

 

I had a little boy once

And I stroked his tiny feet,

His unseen eyes covered by gauze

To protect them from light & heat.

 

I had a little boy once

Who one day smiled at me

With sparkling brown eyes

He found my heart’s key.

 

I had a little boy once

Who crawled, walked and played.

And he gave his heart to Jesus

At four years old he simply prayed.

 

I think back to that time in life,

Unending questions and happy smiles.

All those memories of time and space,

They seemed unending miles.

 

I had a little boy once,

Each day sweeter than the day before.

The days did not last for ever

And oh how I long for more.

 

I had a little boy once

Who at my table did sup.

But that little boy is gone now

He had the nerve to grow up!

 

This time the good night is for real!