Yesterday George, Jacob, and I drove to Dallas with plans to have dinner with my parents, my sister Lois, and Luke & Sarah. We told them to expect us around 6:00, but we left home early enough to get into town by 4:00, allowing time for a visit with Tyler and Tiffany Martin and their precious daughters.
I’ve mentioned the Martins several times before, encouraging everyone to pray for them and their youngest child, Claire, who is recovering from a near drowning accident. Tyler is blogging their journey, and he does an amazing job of capturing the emotional extremes, the physical challenges, and the spiritual battles they face. If you’re not already reading their story, I hope you will.
I visited the family once while they were at Baylor in Our Children’s House, but this was the first time they’d met George and Jacob. I really wanted them to meet Jacob. He is a monument to joy, faith, and God’s goodness. And he’s just a fun person to be around.
I can’t say enough about how impressed I am with this dear family. Even in the midst of intense trial, their home is a haven of love and gentle respect. I’m honored to know them.
From there, we drove to my parents’ house. My sister is in town from Connecticut primarily to spend time with them. Our mom is rapidly losing her memory. I’m sure I’ll write more about that later, but for now I’ll just say that we’re cherishing what remains, and last night was a sweet time. Luke and Sarah also came over. It was the first time we’d seen them since they returned from India. God is teaching them so much and blessing their marriage. I love every chance I have to be with them.
This morning Lois took us to the airport, and now I’m writing this post from the rocking chair in Harper Sparrow’s nursery. This evening we plan to go to Molly Moon’s for treats: ice cream (of course), plus Grace and Curtis will be performing there tonight. Simple gifts. Pure bliss.
Life is a melange, the sweet and the bitter and the two inextricably entwined. Sometimes my heart can’t distinguish the beautiful ache from the sorrow. What I do know is the end of the story, which brings me to “Happily Ever After” — the piece I wrote today on The Master’s Artist. I hope you’ll stop by and share your thoughts.
We were created for a happy ending. The road may get rough along the way, but it also has its delectable delights. I’m off to enjoy some of mine right now.