So I may not be that old, but I sure am not that young either. And I have never, ever seen what has transpired in our nation in the last two weeks, let alone the world. Ever! And 9/11 was crushing in and of itself.
It is 73 years old. It was built brick by brick and board by board by my grandfather, Jake Ross. It was in our family for all of those 73 years. And then, as if it were just a mere moment, that chapter closed for our family on May 10, 2019.
I must admit. That chapter was so hard to close. So hard. There were tears and there still are, even as I write this.
That house was our family. Our heart. It was the house that built me. Built our family. The number of memories in that house would stretch from here to the moon and back. So much love there. So much trial there. So much of God watching and working. Love hammered into the walls and floorboards.
Getting a Fresh Perspective – HOPE in a Dark World
Ever ended up in place you really needed to be? Like you know that God intervened and put you in just the right place at the right time? That was me two weekends ago. Abbey and I went to Brooke’s to visit and we all went to her church for a women’s conference.
The conference was called FRESH and I remember thinking, “Huh? Fresh? That seems like an odd name for a conference.
Well, little did I know. That word FRESH is exactly what fell on me. A FRESH perspective. A FRESH hope and a FRESH realization that boy am I blessed. I don’t lead a perfect life, friends. I sure don’t. Far from it. But boy I lead a blessed life. Blessed. Thank you, Jesus. Read More
He lived to be 112 years old. Well, in human years. 16 in dog. He was the last remaining part of our girls’ childhood. That sad reality hit us months ago. And it hit us like a ton of bricks. There were tears. Many. There are tears again and there will continue to be, I’m sure. The last part of that chapter in our life went home to Jesus on January 5, 2019.
Jack came to us on December 27, 2002. He was a late Christmas present for Brooke and Abbey. Santa couldn’t really bring a puppy on his sleigh, or so the note to the girls read. So, they were given notice from Santa that mom and dad had agreed to let them go and pick out a new puppy.
If you are anything like me, time is always a hot commodity. Days are just busy, busy, busy. You need to work. You need to clean. You need to do laundry. You need to find some time to work out. You need some time with Jesus. And you need to cook. For me, that last one was always hard. I just didn’t like to cook. Mind you, I did cook. I even cooked well for my family, but I just didn’t like it. Years ago, I was even a stay at home mom and did not like to cook.
Well, that sure went fast. 18 years of life, learning, and love at Norfolk Christian Schools and now, our youngest daughter has graduated and will be on to a new chapter.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Watch me safely through the night.
And wake me with the morning light.
I remember those words so clearly. It was the nighttime prayer that we said with our girls for many, many years. Of course our girls, to this very day, could probably tell you verbatim what they spoke next– “I’m special. I’m a Winner. Jesus loves me.”
Oh he does, he does.
And there it was. I was driving out of the neighborhood, headed to the grocery store, when I spotted it. It was a familiar darkish-orange and yellow. It was shaped like a little car. It was a Cozy Coupe! It was sitting in the front yard of a neighbor and, to top it off, the car was smiling at me. I immediately had to take a picture. It brought back a flood of memories.