Adversities and events of the last several years kept me wondering if Jerry and I would celebrate a 50th year together. Even as we planned and neared that day on July 28 it was with a little anxiety. Lee, our daughter, called two days before all the family was to meet in S.C. for the weekend —Olivia had strep, and Emma, her younger sister had broken her arm. Not to worry—Olivia was getting a prescription for an antibiotic, and Emma had an appointment to get her cast early on Friday morning; in time for them to arrive at our destination before Jerry and I got there. We had a blessed weekend with our family, returning home in time for the Lord’s Day morning worship. (To respond to the questions, “What do you think about being married 50 years?” “What is your secret?” “What words of wisdom would you give us who are younger?” would require another post.)
On Monday my 72nd marker was passed; and for every milestone that I reach, there is a new, or renewed, vision of what may be ahead. When, by God’s grace, he gives another day it is usually accepted with a heart of gratitude, and a determination to know and to do His will that was not evident in my younger years. We used to count years, then decades; now we “number our days” desiring to “gain a heart of wisdom” for the time we have left here.
These are all days of grace, and even with the grace that is given I often do not have the energy to accomplish all that I need to do. Fulfilling my role as Jerry’s caregiver, keeping the home, cooking, gardening, shopping, etc. requires something beyond my capabilities. When I look back on each day at what was done, I know, and praise the Lord, that it was by His grace.
There are special times, that, without any notice beforehand, I have a sudden strengthening to go about a task, and with a glad heart accomplish it with ease. From the first time this happened I described it as a “burst of grace.” There have not been many; and now I pray for them, so that I can stop looking at something that needs to be done, and cross it off my list.
I think that the Lord may be planning to bless me with another “burst.” Looking at windows that need to be cleaned, especially the kitchen windows, I see myself doing this. Over and over, when I am at the sink during the day I picture how I will go about this; and so my prayer is for this “burst of grace” which, when it comes I know it will be of Him, and for Him—for His glory, and for my joy.
Amazed by His grace; caught up in His Glory ~ Fran