The Together Years

Sleepy eyes and groggy "good mornings"
the sounds of giggles and cabinets opening
bunk bed conversations and dinner talk
bikes, slip n slides and sidewalk chalk
- the together years

Everyday laughter, everyday tears,
discipline sessions, all the fears
seeing the mystery of faith grow strong
the years are short but the days are long
- the together years

I won't miss diapers or tantrums, no
but I will miss seeing them play in the snow
feeling, smelling their nearness so dear
Lord, help me savor these years
- the together years

No One Understands Like Jesus

No one understands like Jesus,
He's a friend beyond compare;
Meet Him at the throne of mercy,
He is waiting for you there.

Chorus:
No one understands like Jesus,
When the days are dark and grim;
No one is so near, so dear as Jesus,
Cast your every care on Him.

No one understands like Jesus,
Every woe He sees and feels;
Tenderly He whispers comfort,
And the broken heart He heals. (Chorus)

No one understands like Jesus,
When the foes of life assail;
You should never be discouraged,
Jesus cares and will not fail (Chorus)

No one understands like Jesus,
When you falter on the way;
Tho' you fail Him, sadly fail Him
He will pardon you today. (Chorus)

May in the Cul-de-sac

May is the month my peony bushes bloom.  They are beautiful and I love them even though they are short lived.

I have started trying to potty train Romy.  I'm not sure why this photo isn't cooperating, but here is Romy wearing underwear.

Zeke had his kindergarten program on Friday.  It was very cute.  

Here we are after the show.

Gwen's class did a project on starting their own business.  She chose to open a massage business and she designed this t-shirt.

Here's Gwen ready to massage.

Zeke and Luke after the program.

We had the Post family come and stay with us for a few days.  It was nice to have them.

The kids found a toad today.

Ben helped our neighbor trim her rose bushes.

The Long Road

Tomorrow I sing this poem at someone's memorial. It's been two weeks since my dad's death. I was so moved by this text. I especially like the last line- "my heart both cries and laughs".

I love you night and day
As a star in the distant sky.
And I mourn for this one thing alone
That to love, our lifetime was so short.

A long road to heaven’s shining meadow
And never could I reach its end.
But a longer road leads to your heart
Which to me seems distant as a star.

High above the arch of heaven bends
And light so clear is falling.
Like a flow’ring tree the world is blooming.
Overwhelmed, my heart both cries and laughs

Pictures

My little family 

Abide With Me

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea—
Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;
And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

My Dad

This is a different kind of blog post.  This has been a different kind of week.  Last Tuesday my dad had an aortic abdominal aneurysm rupture and he died within a few hours.  My mom found him passed out in the floor at home and then called 9-1-1 and then decided to have him checked out at the hospital.  When they got to the hospital he continued to decline and then after a CT scan they knew why.  My dad was 79 and he didn't suffer or lose his mind or have to be in a nursing home.  He would have hated that.  

Grief is a strange thing- it ebbs and flows and catches you by surprise.  Like many experiences in life- it is bittersweet.  I'm glad he is whole, happy and free- and with our Lord Jesus.... but it is strange not having him at home.  Death is a confrontation that we all die and all that matters in the end is how many people you built into and loved and told the Good News.  We all are at peace with things and I never felt anger at God.

I took a walk at Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge.  It's like that place has more oxygen or something.  I just love it.  It's quiet and peaceful and lovely.

His funeral was small but nice and God gave me the strength to sing at it.  I'm glad I did.  I think dad would have liked it.

Here's some good friends of mom and dad.  They had chicken houses near to ours in our Holly Pond years.  They are the kind of people that are just so solid.  You just get this pioneer solid feeling around them.  Plus, Janice is a gardener extraordinaire.  Whenever I ask her questions she makes it sound so easy.

Here's my whole family.  Preston, Stephanie, her two kids (Clay and Chloe), mom in the middle, me and Shack (our surrogate brother). I can't believe how big Stephanie's kids are.  I enjoy being with them.

I gave this to dad one Father's Day.  I asked mom if I could take it home.  It makes me smile.  I remember dad laughing about it when I gave it to him.

I can't even express the deep gratitude I have for every text, call, meal, flower, hug and word of support from everyone.  Sometimes small gestures mean the most.  A widow near to us broke up some branches we had in our trash can that the trash guys decided not to take and put them in yard waste bags for us. It really touched my heart.  Another friend sent a card for my children that spoke to them about death on their level- so thoughtful.  This last photo is from a friend that I sing with and a fellow "noticer".  He notices stuff and he said with this photo that we can only imagine what splendor my dad is experiencing now.