I checked the mail Sunday morning and found a sweet card from my Grama and a picture of Grampa entitled, ‘Taking aim’.
So I called them up to thank them for thinking of me and got Gramps on the phone. (I kinda think he carries it around so he can answer before Grama gets to it).
He told me I was near the top of their prayer list and asked how I was doing.
‘I’m feeling great, I’m just tired and emotional,’ I told him.
‘We’ll be praying for the emotions,’ he said.
‘Better pray for Wes,’ I responded, ‘He’s the one having to deal with them.’
‘Well, in Ecclesiastes it says there’s a time to weep and in Psalms 137, Israel was being taken captive and their captors told them to sing and they said, ‘how can we sing a song in a strange land?’ so sometimes there’s just not a song to sing.’
Isn’t he just the best? I think he made me laugh and tear up at the same time. (shock).
And he’s already called me today to check up on the emotions.
On another note, it’s getting a bit more difficult to see my feet.
Hugs to you and yours.