Saturday was the funeral for Rose. I had been asked to read something she wrote to her grandchildren. It was an incredible honor to be asked. While I knew it would be hard, I had no idea how difficult it would be to stand up and read her words. She was a woman who loved her family and it showed.
After hearing her words, it made spending time with my family a little different. I wanted to take them in and let them know how much I cherished them.
What better way to show love than to take them to the pool for some swimming. We loaded up all three girls, lathered them with sunscreen and let them play. My sister and brother-in-law came too with their three boys. It was a blast. The kids went down the slide, dove off the diving board and lounged in the sun.
In addition to the swimming fun, N and I also got to spend some time with D & E talking. I have an ixthus tattooed on my heel. An ixthus is a Jesus fish. D & E asked me what it meant and I got a rare opportunity to really tell them about Jesus and what it means to accept Him into your heart.
Last night as N was tucking them into bed, they prayed. This is the first time they've embraced that.
God is working small miracles. I hope, when He calls me home, all three of my girls can say they'll see me again.
Psalm 27:1 - The Lord is my light and my salvation - whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life - of whom shall I be afraid.
Our Pink Ladies.
Our beach baby getting ready for some swimming.
All the gang (sans a tired toddler).
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