The last two nights we have had soccer practice.
The last two nights we have sat out on those
peaceful soccer fields with this cool breeze blowing on us.
It's been great.
Baby J has loved it as much as anyone.
This summer has been particularly scorching
and he hasn't got to be outside all that much
--his silly mother doesn't want to watch him
sizzle and shrink up like a strip of bacon.
But we all are loving these nights that are
starting to cool down. I say, Bring it on!
You're going to hear this from me again and again,
but I love the fall.
I love the shortening of the days and the cooler weather
and the frost on the pumpkin and the hay in the barn
and pappy gone to ramblin' on.....oh wait,
now I'm just quoting lyrics.
50 points to everyone who knows what song that was.
Maybe because soccer starts in the fall
and I always associate it with the fall
that my love for that time of year
is transferred onto that sport.
I have this knot in the pit of my stomach.
I got it there yesterday when I received a prayer request
for the son of an old friend of mine, someone I went to
school with from fourth grade on, worked with her as
an adult, our firstborns are just months apart in age.
It is her first born that the prayer request is about.
Yesterday he had to have a bone marrow test at a
children's hospital in The Big City.
They will find out Friday
whether or not he has lukemia.
Even saying that just makes me feel sick.
This child, this son of my friend, is an exceptional child.
He is such a precious kid. He has always made that
impression on me. I have loved the way he talks since
I first remember meeting him. He has this very precise
way of pronouncing things. He is a Boy Scout (or maybe they
are still cub scouts) with the goal of making Eagle Scout.
He is a Christian. He is one of those kids who says
"yes ma'am" without any prompting from his parents.
He is kind of like a child from another era.
Even has that 1950's little boy hair cut.
He is just a great kid.
We never know what God is up to.
I am praying and praying that the path
that lies ahead of this child will not be lukemia
or any other health problem.
I'm praying that it's all a mistake
and that he will be fine and normal and healthy.
Pray for him with me, will you?
The last two nights we have sat out on those
peaceful soccer fields with this cool breeze blowing on us.
It's been great.
Baby J has loved it as much as anyone.
This summer has been particularly scorching
and he hasn't got to be outside all that much
--his silly mother doesn't want to watch him
sizzle and shrink up like a strip of bacon.
But we all are loving these nights that are
starting to cool down. I say, Bring it on!
You're going to hear this from me again and again,
but I love the fall.
I love the shortening of the days and the cooler weather
and the frost on the pumpkin and the hay in the barn
and pappy gone to ramblin' on.....oh wait,
now I'm just quoting lyrics.
50 points to everyone who knows what song that was.
Maybe because soccer starts in the fall
and I always associate it with the fall
that my love for that time of year
is transferred onto that sport.
I have this knot in the pit of my stomach.
I got it there yesterday when I received a prayer request
for the son of an old friend of mine, someone I went to
school with from fourth grade on, worked with her as
an adult, our firstborns are just months apart in age.
It is her first born that the prayer request is about.
Yesterday he had to have a bone marrow test at a
children's hospital in The Big City.
They will find out Friday
whether or not he has lukemia.
Even saying that just makes me feel sick.
This child, this son of my friend, is an exceptional child.
He is such a precious kid. He has always made that
impression on me. I have loved the way he talks since
I first remember meeting him. He has this very precise
way of pronouncing things. He is a Boy Scout (or maybe they
are still cub scouts) with the goal of making Eagle Scout.
He is a Christian. He is one of those kids who says
"yes ma'am" without any prompting from his parents.
He is kind of like a child from another era.
Even has that 1950's little boy hair cut.
He is just a great kid.
We never know what God is up to.
I am praying and praying that the path
that lies ahead of this child will not be lukemia
or any other health problem.
I'm praying that it's all a mistake
and that he will be fine and normal and healthy.
Pray for him with me, will you?
Things like this make everything else
fall into perspective.
I keep thinking of my friend, the mom,
wondering how she is handling this.
What do I ever ever have to complain about?
fall into perspective.
I keep thinking of my friend, the mom,
wondering how she is handling this.
What do I ever ever have to complain about?
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5 comments:
I'll be praying for the whole family. Gosh, you are right about perspective--this kind of thing makes my doubts and fears pale in comparison and so thankful for my blessings too many to count.
OH< I had a dream about you this morning. All I remember is that somewhere in you house, there was so much beautiful office equipment. And on the drive home, which was on that stretch of road between our small town and the 10 miles down the road small town was all this furniture on the side of the road. I stopped to look at this one little roll-top desk and it turned out to be a piano!! I love it when a dream makes no sense but I can remember it vividly.
Would you quit putting those subliminal thoughts in my head..LOL
Oh, I do remember waking up (don't you love that I think of you as I wake?) thinking -- are you ready for this-- I didn't see a printer. LOLOL. Weird, wild stuff!
I am praying, too... praying for the boy and the mama and the rest of the family. As you said, what are our small problems? Please let us know what they find out.
I will absolutely pray.
Praying....
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