Please Bear With Me
I just hate discouraging anyone and I really hope my posts are not depressing these days. I do believe I am now going through the valley right now.
Saturday was a sad day and yet I have so much to be thankful for. Ever so often I just feel like crying and I let myself do that. I know God made tears for a release of our emotions and I have never had a problem with doing that.
Today I went to Wal Mart to buy groceries. It is so different to go when you only have to buy for two.
I saw a mother with her three children buying school supplies and I remembered how stressful that time always was because we NEVER really had the money to do it but we went through the same ordeal every year. Each child had to have new clothes and new school supplies. I loved getting them, even though I knew that they were piling up in the basement. Each year we would have things that could be used the next year but there was just something about NEW school supplies that was so exciting.
I was cleaning out a closet and found my order form for ABeka school books when we were home schooling. That was an exciting time also. Those times seemed to last so long. I can remember thinking how old the children would all be when Ryan graduated. It seemed impossible that they would ever get that old. But sure enough....they did!!
I got a phone call from Dr. William Banton, one of Mike's customers. He is such a kind man. He was so concerned because Mike seemed full of life and so enchanting, as he put it. Most of his customers found him so. He would enjoy conversing as he tuned. He learned to observe the home and the surroundings and find a common interest. He was truly a remarkable man. For some reason, he found it easy to converse on a personal level with Drs, lawyers, engineers,musicians and teachers. Yet he was so insecure and humble. Once again, I am proud to have been his wife.
Romans 13:10
"Love worketh no ill to his neighbour: therefore love is the fulfilling of the law."
Saturday was a sad day and yet I have so much to be thankful for. Ever so often I just feel like crying and I let myself do that. I know God made tears for a release of our emotions and I have never had a problem with doing that.
Today I went to Wal Mart to buy groceries. It is so different to go when you only have to buy for two.
I saw a mother with her three children buying school supplies and I remembered how stressful that time always was because we NEVER really had the money to do it but we went through the same ordeal every year. Each child had to have new clothes and new school supplies. I loved getting them, even though I knew that they were piling up in the basement. Each year we would have things that could be used the next year but there was just something about NEW school supplies that was so exciting.
I was cleaning out a closet and found my order form for ABeka school books when we were home schooling. That was an exciting time also. Those times seemed to last so long. I can remember thinking how old the children would all be when Ryan graduated. It seemed impossible that they would ever get that old. But sure enough....they did!!
I got a phone call from Dr. William Banton, one of Mike's customers. He is such a kind man. He was so concerned because Mike seemed full of life and so enchanting, as he put it. Most of his customers found him so. He would enjoy conversing as he tuned. He learned to observe the home and the surroundings and find a common interest. He was truly a remarkable man. For some reason, he found it easy to converse on a personal level with Drs, lawyers, engineers,musicians and teachers. Yet he was so insecure and humble. Once again, I am proud to have been his wife.
Romans 13:10
"Love worketh no ill to his neighbour: therefore love is the fulfilling of the law."
posted by momlinda1945 | 4:34 PM
1 Comments:
Mrs. Cozart,
Thank you for leaving a comment on my blog. It is a blessing to know that so many people oare bringing my name before our wonderful Father's throne. What a blessing it is to know that we can rest in His loving arms.
God bless,
Tim
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