Well, it's a beautiful Saturday here and I am so thankful for it. This week has been busy as always. Today will be no different. But for now the house is quiet with sleep and I am enjoying a cappucino and my blog. :)
We had to make a run to the hospital in the big city last night because a lady in our congregation was admitted with what they thought might be her heart. When the GuitarMan got in we took off. When we got there I stayed in the car since we had Cornbread with us and he was snoozing away.
Being in clergy parking I had a clear view of the hospital and watched the people coming and going. Now y'all know I am a notorious people watcher! I saw the lady's husband enter holding the hand of their absolutely adorable granddaughter. (This child has the cutest little southern accent with these mischievous sparkling eyes) She was obviously so happy with him as they walked and she would gaze up at him every so often in deep conversation as they walked to see her grandmother. In a little while the son-in-laws strolled in with the babies with that look about them that they were talking "guy talk." Later the two daughters came in, the older a quiet girl, the younger the kind that always seems to be smiling even when she isn't.
In the midst of the family members I recognized were various people visiting patients. Tall, well dressed business men checking their cell phones as soon as they exited. A group of teenagers laughing as they looked for their car. Then a middle aged couple, him, skinny with long gray hair, a rough beard and tatoo with worn jeans. Her, heavier with bleached blond hair, short shorts and a tank top. Not the kind most might notice but if you looked closer you saw his hand gently take hers in a protective fashion as they crossed the street and her lean naturally closer to him. He carried in his other hand a vase of simple hand picked yellow flowers with a balloon. I wondered who they might be visiting.
And after a bit I recognized the familiar build of the man exiting the shadowy door at the front entrance and heading my way. I've loved him for a very long time now. I still light up when he approaches.
It all got me to thinking how blessed we are to have our families especially as we get older. How many take it for granted? Do you have people in your life to love? Who love you? Take time to appreciate them. Strive to bless them and you will be blessed yourself. Don't look at serving your family or your friends as a chore. God is granting you with the strength to invest time and energy in them! Don't squander the vitality or time you've been given!
Now get off the computer and go find something to do to make someone you love happy or their life a little easier! And be blessed! :o)
We had to make a run to the hospital in the big city last night because a lady in our congregation was admitted with what they thought might be her heart. When the GuitarMan got in we took off. When we got there I stayed in the car since we had Cornbread with us and he was snoozing away.
Being in clergy parking I had a clear view of the hospital and watched the people coming and going. Now y'all know I am a notorious people watcher! I saw the lady's husband enter holding the hand of their absolutely adorable granddaughter. (This child has the cutest little southern accent with these mischievous sparkling eyes) She was obviously so happy with him as they walked and she would gaze up at him every so often in deep conversation as they walked to see her grandmother. In a little while the son-in-laws strolled in with the babies with that look about them that they were talking "guy talk." Later the two daughters came in, the older a quiet girl, the younger the kind that always seems to be smiling even when she isn't.
In the midst of the family members I recognized were various people visiting patients. Tall, well dressed business men checking their cell phones as soon as they exited. A group of teenagers laughing as they looked for their car. Then a middle aged couple, him, skinny with long gray hair, a rough beard and tatoo with worn jeans. Her, heavier with bleached blond hair, short shorts and a tank top. Not the kind most might notice but if you looked closer you saw his hand gently take hers in a protective fashion as they crossed the street and her lean naturally closer to him. He carried in his other hand a vase of simple hand picked yellow flowers with a balloon. I wondered who they might be visiting.
And after a bit I recognized the familiar build of the man exiting the shadowy door at the front entrance and heading my way. I've loved him for a very long time now. I still light up when he approaches.
It all got me to thinking how blessed we are to have our families especially as we get older. How many take it for granted? Do you have people in your life to love? Who love you? Take time to appreciate them. Strive to bless them and you will be blessed yourself. Don't look at serving your family or your friends as a chore. God is granting you with the strength to invest time and energy in them! Don't squander the vitality or time you've been given!
Now get off the computer and go find something to do to make someone you love happy or their life a little easier! And be blessed! :o)
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