Hey, friends. A quick update. Our little community has finally felt the effects of this virus and we are back in remote land at least through the beginning of next year-all except our IEPers, including my sweet daughter. She will be able to continue on site with her para so she can get that personal attention that helps her succeed. Very grateful-as is she!
My college boy for his part has continued to do so well, constantly defying the stereotypes around his autism. He also has been able to continue in person, a rather important consequence of the hands-on learning in his engineering studies (can’t transfer use of 3-D printers to online schooling, for example.😏).
This leaves two at-home kiddos for me. One 16-going-on-42-year old boy who will likely regale me on his breaks with the latest oldie he’s learned on the bass guitar and one infinitely creative 8-year-old boy who could spend all day building and drawing me cool stuff, but will likely need a lot of mama coaxing on the paperwork side of things. So…there’s that. Again. Sigh.
In addition to that, we have been consumed with a lot of tough family business.
This prevailing illness finally hit not just our community but also brought my husband’s grandmother’s time on earth to a close.
She was 93, with a scrappy reputation for so long, but, in the last year or so, had been descending into a dementia we’d anticipated would take her soon as it was.
Where I would never dream to call such a thing as dementia a positive, it amazingly proved the way God could reach her heart.
How, if her mind was going? some might rightfully ask.
Well, you see, she spent most of her life not merely scrappy, but also bitterly anti-faith. A church had burned her once long ago and that had effectively shut down any thoughts of God.
Yet, as her mind had begun to slip, something in her countenance changed.
She became receptive to the family’s “Jesus Talk” as she once disdainfully called it.
She talked of the joys of being a child and remembered better Sunday School days learning of scriptures and salvation.
She became that child again in lots of ways and, in so doing, the door opened so she could receive Jesus as such, the resistance she harbored all those years melting away in recognition of His infinite goodness to her. I truly believe she was resting in that truth as she went.
We are no less sad to have lost her to this world, yet…
Now, we know we have not lost her for good. We will see her on the other side. The comfort of this lifts the sorrow and reminds us of the joy to come.
And that we should never stop praying for our loved ones to come to salvation!
His ways are so far above ours it defies description!
I guess that about sums it up at this point as far updates go.
I tend to come and go as able these days, anyway, but fair warning-I will be fairly silent on here for an extended time as I place my energies into guiding my youngest.
As well as helping my husband with the business, which has hit some huge time crunches in the last few weeks. That could certainly use some prayer…not only that we can see the work to completion, but also that a) my body stays cooperative to the task and b) I can be of some level of use to him.
It is safe to say being married to a handyman has expanded my vocabulary enough that I know what a flange and flashing are, but it really hasn’t changed my aptitude. 😏
Still…I can always hand tools as long as I know which doohickey he is after. 😁
Well…hope this finds you all well in your respective worlds, my friends. Keep the faith! Much love and many prayers! ❤