What an exciting time in my life! I’m an Oma again; the next grandchild will be born, Lord-willing, early next May ’08. What a blessing and joy to my heart! I tell my family, “I’m growing old gracefully.” It drives my 12 year old (almost 13) nuts when I say that, but I’m just trying to accept change and my changing roles. I look forward to visiting my grandson this Fall and holding him, talking to him, telling him about Jesus. He’s 6 months now and soaking things up like a sponge.
This Fall I am homeschooling my almost 13 year old and ministering to my family: 3 young ladies commuting to college and hubby who takes a bus to work in the computer field downtown. I also teach English as a Second Language as a volunteer for one class period of an hour and 20 minutes per week.
Today, my almost 13 yr. old and I tilled the garden boxes that never got planted this past Spring; by the time we went to the greenhouse for our plants they were sold out. We bought a few tomato plants and did enjoy a small harvest of those. What we found, though, in the unused garden boxes that they were infiltrated with weeds galore. We talked about our hearts how we need to guard them “for out of the hearts come the springs of life”. When we let our guard down and don’t care what we watch, read, talk about, think about, etc., we open up the gate to all kinds of junk to seep into our hearts……like the untilled garden beds.
