This post is a reach. I know that. But sickness can make one speak in strange tongues. "30 Days of Gratitude"...yeah. The reading has been most edifying the last couple of days...
...not.
Shooting a flare up into the sky tonight. No matter where you are in the world right now, if you see my signal, make your way towards it.
Bring cold medicine. And if you happen to find my voice, bring it with you, if you don't mind.
I've lost it.
My poor Preacher is slowly going crazy, what with the mandatory Vow of Silence in this house. We are going into our 6th day of me not being able to talk. I swear, today the strain is showing on his face. It's like he has aged ten years in one week.
He is relational, big time. Our lives sort of revolve around the spoken word, and our conversations are always rich and easy and so....so....so done out loud.
Sick. Of. Whispering.
Can't wait for Thanksgiving tomorrow! The family will all be gathering at my daughter Sarah's house tomorrow - adorable granddaughter pictures will be forthcoming. This Thanksgiving year will be different in two - no, three - ways:
My youngest son will be unable to be there for the first time, ever. He will be working. This makes me proud and happy. Truly. He is beginning to make it all on his own! Both he and his brother are working hard and making it with no help from us other than the occasional momma's home cooking.
As it should be. Much, much to be thankful for. We are loving being empty nesters. An empty nest, when accompanied by sweet and full relationships with all fledglings, speaks of a job done right. Nests are supposed to empty. It's good and natural.
Such grace.
The second thing: Hannah, Justin and our monkey will be with Justin's family this year. Again...makes me proud and happy. The McConnells are a fine clan - my daughter married so well.
The third way that everything will be different? If I don't get my voice back very soon, my own special brand of humor will be missing from the event.
What will the family do???
Pray, friends. Pray big.
This simply cannot be allowed to happen.
Do you see that flare in the sky?
2 comments:
Praying that your voice comes back, Sheila, but if it doesn't, perhaps the Lord is preparing someone else to bring out a special brand of humor, albeit not like yours. :-)
It makes me so glad to read of another person not sad to be an empty-nester but happy that her children are doing what she raised them to do--to go out into the world, live their own lives, use their God-bestowed talents. Hurrah! They've done it. Now what next for me? :-)
Much love,
janet
Dear Janet,
Happy Thanksgiving and a big "amen"! :-)
Love to you, friend,
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