Reminiscing............

I found these old pics I had scanned into my computer back some time ago.  They bring back a lot of memories.  My grandmother owned a daycare center.  She always had Christmas Parties around Christmas.  We were always part of that.  In the pic of my Dad holding my sister and me standing beside them, I remember my Dad fussing at me and telling me to get my foot off the rocker.  I think in the pic I have my foot on it.  After it was taken, I remember him clenching his teeth at me, as he did when he was angry (he was redheaded like his Mom, lol) and telling me to get my foot off the rocker.  Isn't it funny how we can sometimes remember certain details from our childhood and forget so many others and a picture or statement someone makes jogs a memory.  Seeing my foot on the rocker and my Dad's face in the pic made me remember that memory.

My Granddaddy J. was the meekest, mildest, kindest person you could ever want to meet.  He walked with a walking cane due to having polio as a child.  It left one of his legs slightly shorter than the other one.  I now own that walking cane.  I remember seeing his footprints and the print of his cane in the sand around their house while he waited for my Nana to get done working for the day.  He worked nights as a security guard for a local mill.  We would go out and sit in the swing and my grandparents in their rocking chairs on their front porch afterwards drinking soda and eating candy watching the traffic go by, as they lived in town.  We lived with them until I was about 6 years old.  Nana's daycare was behind their house.  She and my Granddaddy took care of us until my parents got home from work.

My Hubby called a little while ago to give me some rather bad news.  His Uncle Jessie was rushed to a hospital in North Alabama in pretty critical condition.  He had been admitted to the hospital I work for yesterday (Monday).  They ran tests and found out he is bleeding around his aorta, which is the main artery going into the heart, if I am not mistaken.  It has a tear.  This is a very serious condition, life threatening even.  He is my MIL's brother.  They lost a brother last March to cancer, Uncle Robert.  She just lost her husband of 60 years on 10/25/2006.  He would have been 84 on 11/06/2006, and now Uncle Jessie is in serious condition.  Please keep him in your prayers.  I would be so grateful.

We spent Thanksgiving at my MILs in light of the fact that my FIL had just passed away almost a month before.  Hubby's next-to-the-oldest brother was the oldest son there and the family asked him to say Grace.  Mom started crying while he said Grace.  I know it was because Dad always said Grace being the head of the family.  She cried again while eating her food, but for the most part, I think she did very well.  We enjoyed the day with the family along with some very good food.  We all pitched in together so all of it would not fall on her because she is not well either, although she has been doing much better.  I thank all of you for the prayers for her and for my Hubby's family.  The first holidays after a significant loss are always the hardest.

So many of my friends both online and off have so many prayer requests.  Please know I care and all of you are in my thoughts and my prayers.  I pray for the Holy Spirit to give you comfort where comfort is needed and meet your needs as only He can.

Hugs and prayers from our house to yours!~  Have a blessed Christmas and remember that Jesus is the reason for the Season!~