Seasons of Sylvia: January 1981

January 1, 1981

 

Happy New Year, World!

Happy Birthday, Me!

 

It was a lovely day. The Children called with "hello's" and love and good wishes. I have Joe and Melissa here with me.

 

Thank You for Your blessing and Your mercy.

 

Joe baked me a cake, Melissa "helped" but fell asleep before it was done - all tuckered out from the full day's activity. Joe and I lit the candle (one was all we put on it!) and I made a wish and we celebrated.

 

Thank You, Lord, for a caring Joey and for all my kids and family. I'm one lucky lady!

 

 

January 2, 1981

 

I miss Mearida - I'm glad the holidays are over. They were lovely, I shared them with loved ones, but it wasn't the same and I don't suppose it'll ever be.

 

Phil. 3:13 "...forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forth unto those things which are before..."

 

New beginnings - Lord, help me to continue a walk with You. I mustn't be afraid of my tomorrows for You are already there. And thank You for all my yesterdays - some good and some not so good. Thank You for a good childhood life, loving family, the privilege of allowing Mearida and me to meet, fall in love, marry and bring 6 children into our world.

 

Thank You for choosing me, showing me Your Life. You are a merciful Christ.

 

 

January 5, 1981

 

Mearida's hands - big, strong and so capable and lovingly tender. The same hands that could fix the plumbing could tamp down a pipe, roll a cigarette with cowboy ease, change and diaper a baby with tenderness, spank hard at times, teach all the kids the tricky task of tieing their shoe laces and love me.

 

His hands were farmer's hands once, caring for the land and stock; capable, competent hands at driving his tank or jeep through land mines in enemy territory, doing a job for his country; loving hands of a husband and lover; strong, protective and tender hands of a daddy, and last of all, grandpa's hands - playful, tickling and so loving.

 

It's good to remember him so.