November 17, 2017
It’s Friday night at Meema and Beepa’s. After a full day of meetings and chores, the kids descended on the place, filling it with noise and energy. I had bought a couple cord of firewood that needed to be transported and stacked, a task Nathan tackles with enthusiasm. It’s hard work, but at ten years old, he loves the physical challenge. Halfway through, his cousin Eliza joined in. What would have been a three hour job was done in about half that.
Dinner with its high-low around the table keeps us abreast of what’s important in their lives, after which we settled in for a Peanuts Special on dvd. A rousing game of dominoes, and everyone’s about ready for bed. Except the boys. They’re watching old sketches from the Carol Burnett Show, discovering anew comedy that actually brings belly laughs. The girls are out in the back room, giggling and girl talking. It’s a good night.
I don’t intend to parade my family before the world. We are no better than any other, but we are blessed to share so much of life together. In a time when mobility scatters families across the miles, what we have experienced that was common generations ago, most people never know. We continue to pray with and for them, that the times we have had will become a foundation for character, faith, and integrity in a world that is in dire need of them.
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