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Car Show

Moving here has been a huge blessing for our son.

Some things are still difficult, but overall he’s a much happier young man.

(I asked him recently, “Do you still like living here?” He quickly responded, “Oh yes!”)

Making new friends and meeting new people can be challenging for him, but he’s learning.

Several of the adults at our church make a point to speak with Jase, but one older gentleman is a particular favorite.

He sits and listens to Jase and they talk about their individual interests.

When word reached us that the older man’s son had a major health issue, Jase spoke to him, told him he was praying for his son and checked back several times to make sure the older man was doing alright.

Recently, the older gentleman told Jase of a car show.

Jase really wanted to attend and my husband was making plans to take him.

Then the Lord reminded Handsome of a funeral for a coworker and it was the same time as the show.

He wouldn’t be able to take Jase.

Jase took it well, but was obviously disappointed.

So, Handsome called the older gentleman and asked if he’d left for the show yet.

“No, not yet, I’ll be leaving in about an hour. Am I going to see you there?”

My husband related the fact that he would miss it and asked if he would mind taking Jase.

“Well, sure! It’ll be nice to have someone to go with.”

They made a day of it.

They went to the Car Show, ate lunch at a restaurant, and then returned home.

Jase had several pictures on his phone, plus a bunch to tell me about it all.

Later, as I watched him mowing the lawn, I smiled.

God provided an older man to do something with Jase my father would have really enjoyed.

I’ve told our son about how my dad could see an old car and tell me the make, model, and year it was built.

Jase knows a great deal about my father, he loves hearing about Grandpa driving in the time trials or looking at the old black and white pictures Grandpa took or hearing the story of Grandpa driving the tank up on a transport when no one else could do it.

He even likes to hear stories about Grandpa’s favorite Nascar driver, Richard Petty.

I’m so thankful to God for His blessing our son with an older gentleman who cares about the things important to Jase.

He supplied something I didn’t even know was lacking.

Truly, God loves and cares for us far more than we understand or can possibly fathom.

1 John 4:15-19 NKJV — Whoever confesses that Jesus is the Son of God, God abides in him, and he in God. And we have known and believed the love that God has for us. God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him. Love has been perfected among us in this: that we may have boldness in the day of judgment; because as He is, so are we in this world. There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love. We love Him because He first loved us.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for Your love. Thank You for blessing our son with this trip to the Car Show. Lord, thank You for this older gentleman who has been such a blessing to our family. Please let us bless him in return. Lord, thank You that You alone are in control of all things. Thank You that You walk with us in truth and righteousness. Lord, there is always a danger in relationships, to open our hearts to others means we are vulnerable to being hurt, whether through sin or simply sorrow; for no human relationship is without the sorrow of loss. Yet, Your Word tells us we should love as You do, not counting the cost, not trying to protect ourselves from future pain, but loving unconditionally with understanding, forgiveness, and wisdom. Lord, please help us to walk in Your ways and to love as You do. Amen.

A keepsake

The longest we have lived in one place is seven years.

Then the Lord moved us here.

Before that our longest had been five years.

It’s been good for me.

I’ve learned a lot.

One of the lessons has been in letting go.

God never wants me to cling to things.

But He has also surprised me in this season we are walking in.

Not long ago I was in the kitchen when my husband came from the garage.

His new job has required his focus and he’s not gotten his garage just the way he wants it yet, but he’s working on it.

That’s what he had been doing when he came in.

His eyes held mine tenderly as he reached out his hand.

His blackened fingers (something I love about him, he works with his hands just like my dad did) grasped something which he placed gently in mine.

I had no idea what it was.

“Look at the inscription.”

So, I turned it over till I found the initials carved into the metal.

I knew exactly what they stand for.

It was as if time fell away.

And my bare feet were standing upon the concrete of our driveway.

My long brown hair carefully braided and still wet from running through the sprinkler in the lawn.

My father working on Mom’s car in the driveway.

His tools carefully laid out on his work towels.

And there was Grandpa, talking to Daddy, bent over looking under the hood.

It’s not a real memory.

More like a collage of memory scraps all pasted on top of one another, making a whole picture.

So, how did a small piece of initialed metal cause this?

Because it was a tool used by my Grandfather and given to my dad which eventually was passed on to my husband.

All three men worked on machines of one kind or another.

My husband said he’d been going through his tool box and found it.

Tools have come a long way and this one is pretty obsolete compared to the other sets he has.

But he knew I’d want to keep it.

So, now it’s sitting in my room.

A reminder of how incredible God truly is.

It’s also an opportunity to pray for my extended family.

I doubt I’ll keep this forever.

It needs to move on, into the possession of another man who works with his hands.

But until the Lord shows me who He wants to bless with it, I’m happy to let it remind me of my childhood.

To let it spur me to prayer.

And to praise God for His unfathomable love and care.

Truly,

2 Samuel 7:22 KJV — Wherefore thou art great, O LORD God: for there is none like thee, neither is there any God beside thee, according to all that we have heard with our ears.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for this keepsake. It means so much to me that You would care about a tiny insignificant detail like this. But You understand things that I will never comprehend. Thank You for all Your love and mercy. Thank You for sustaining me throughout every part of my life. Thank You that life has seasons and in each one You have a plan and a purpose. Please help my eyes to be open to what You are doing in this season. Please help my mouth to speak only Your words of encouragement or exhortation. Please let my feet never stray from Your paths. Thank You, Jesus. I love You. Amen.

Leaning upon the One Who blesses me.

This is my Grandfather.

He adopted my Dad and to my knowledge was the only father he ever knew.

I still remember him.

He did a lot of traveling,

as long as I can remember.

He and my grandmother (my Dad’s mother) had purchased an RV and would travel from Texas to California.

And back again.

When my grandmother died, Grandpa kept up the tradition.

He passed away the summer after my Freshman year.

I really know very little about him.

I remember his pipe.

He always smelled of pipe tobacco.

I remember the Tea Cup Poodles.

He always had one.

I remember he was very tall.

And this past week, as I was placing family photos in a collage frame, I realized something.

“This is a picture of my mother’s mom and this one is her dad. Here’s a childhood photo of Dad’s mom as a little girl.”

I paused and looked at the pictures.

Each was carefully placed inside the frame.

The end result was nice.

But my heart was sad.

“I don’t have any pictures of Grandpa, my dad’s dad.”

It wasn’t until much later in the day that I found an envelope.

It wasn’t familiar.

So, I opened it.

Inside I was surprised to find,

Grandpa.

As well as some other black and white photos.

“Lord! Thank You!”

Gratitude flowed from my heart.

The Lord has blessed me so much in the last few weeks.

He provided a home.

He’s given my husband a new job.

The Lord has carried us through doctor’s appointments and moving details.

He’s renewed my strength and been healing my body.

He’s even brought us together with new people and a new church.

And as if that all wasn’t enough,

He provided me with finding a photograph inside an old envelope.

I didn’t even know I had it.

Frankly, I don’t remember seeing the picture of Grandpa before nor the envelope.

It was like Jesus had reached out His arms and offered me to lean in.

Are you willing to let Me bless you, even in this?

And I just stopped.

“Lord, I’m stunned, that You would give me an even deeper understanding.”

There’s nothing like the love of God.

It’s far greater, far deeper than I can understand.

I’m so thankful for Jesus.

I’m so grateful for the love I simply can’t comprehend.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for Your love. Thank You for blessing me and my family. Thank You for reminding me that You have all these details in Your hands.Thank You for the peace, which flows when I surrender my everything into Your hands. Lord, I have so much yet to learn. Father, I am so humbled by Your grace. Please use my life, to shine Your truth to others. Thank You so much for teaching me how to lean into You.