The weekend was a good one for yours truly, despite Blogger having a blowout.
It started Friday morning with a phone call from the good folks at Guideposts magazine. (And that was Friday the 13th, mind you, so phooey on the superstitious babble.)
Lord willing, and if all goes as planned, I will have an article in the October issue, and it will be my second appearance in their fine publication. YAY! All of the glory belongs to God; any talents I may possess came straight from His hand. I'm awed by His gifts and never take them for granted.
Saturday was my dear father's 84th birthday. The Man and I drove over and spent the day with the birthday boy, and my mom, of course. We told him it was his day, and we were there to do whatever he wanted to do.
Daddy's first wish was to drive to a neighboring city and eat lunch at a newly opened restaurant. We did, and left smiling and full.
He then asked The Man to drive him around to various places. (That's The Man below, behind the wheel, an excellent chauffeur, if I do say so myself.)
I can't think of anything my dad enjoys anymore than getting in a vehicle and hitting the road. And as soon as he gets to where he's going, give him a few minutes and he's ready to roll again.
This is my sweet mother, digging in her purse for her cell phone. My parents have friends all over the country, and it seemed every few minutes, she was either receiving a text message or a phone call, wishing the birthday boy a happy birthday. She loved delivering the messages, Daddy loved hearing them, and I loved observing it all.
One of the places we drove to on the birthday tour was this beautiful little church—a church that Daddy was pastor of and helped finish the construction of in the early 70’s. Blood, sweat, and tears—it’s all there somewhere. And it still looks much the same as it did 40 years ago.
This place is near and dear to my heart, as well, as most of my teenage years were spent in and around this building, with friends I still call friends today. Memories that will last a lifetime.
|~ Flashback ~ |
That's my handsome dad in 1974, after church one Sunday.
In the current photo, this area is to the left.
The awning was constructed in later years.
Mother always has something interesting sitting around, but nothing more fascinating than this little number called “hen and chicks.” Isn't it adorable?
When I see my parents aging, I could let myself be depressed about it, but I try not to. While it’s sad on one hand, I’m overwhelmed at the goodness of God, for allowing them to live so long, and they are both in excellent health. I think of my husband, who lost his father in 1985, when he was only 58 years old, and so many others who never saw their father reach the age of 84. I am blessed. Abundantly, and beyond words, blessed. And who knows? They may both outlive me!
Sunday dawned sunny and unseasonably cool. (Love it when that happens.) A perfect day for attending church in the morning, and enjoying the outdoors in the afternoon.
And how was your weekend?