Growing old is for Tough people

Getting to spend some time with my folks for the first time in a long while, I get to experience how amazing the pinacle of God's creation can be. My folks are growing old, gracefully together, and as loving as I ever wished them to be when I was much shrter than now. Pappy's body has deteriorated substantialy, making life a constant struggle. Yet he does not spend his days complaining. And neither does Mommy complain about having to help him with so many taken-for-granted-by-us-fit-n-healthy-ones things. Growing old takes hard work and dedication, with a good measure of love mixed in. Thank you Lord for their example!

Kids - take care...

Having children, raising them in as God-fearing a manner as one deems necessary (or is able), and preparing them for their own flight out in the wide world, does not necessarily mean that you can come to the point where you no longer have to care for them! I spent the last few days of last week, late into the night, helping my son to get his ailing auto operational again. Tonight I again got a call-out, this time from my daughter when her "Tjorrie" decided it no longer had need of its alternator belt. Thankfully, a spare belt, just long enough, had been lazing around in the peaceful mess in my garage. A dash through the night-lit streets, hazards flashing madly, I arrived where she sat calmly awaiting the arrival of her 'Pappy'. A few minutes work, and she was ready to go again - with Mom n Dad much relieved.