Confirmation

I was reading last week about Abraham's servant going to find Isaac a wife and God granting his request for proof that the girl he found was the right girl. 

In 1990 I moved from California to Oregon; my dad recommended a church and they had a good sized college/career group. I remember when I first met Greg. He had long hair, half way down his back, and a leather jacket. I had not been attending Beaverton Nazarene very long and I thought they must have a street ministry and they saved him off the street. Turns out he was born and raised in that church. Not my point. The first time Greg and I went out together I arrived home to find a message on my answering machine from my sister-in-law, Kathy. She said something about my mother and was anxious for me to call back. My mother had been sick for several years with a disease which we knew was likely to cause a stroke at some point. That is what happened. I knew right away that God was going to take her away from me, but that Greg was going to be the support I needed in her place. I went and visited her in the hospital. Soon they moved her to a rest home. It was a couple of months later that I became anxious and Greg told me I needed to do whatever it took to get down there and see her. I did. She mostly laid in bed without much seeming awareness of what was around her, but some. I remember a nurse, a lively nurse, came in talking loudly and happily and asked Mom who I was. She told her my name and I was so glad to know that she knew who I was. The day I arrived back home she died. I am so thankful for being able to be there for her last days. I knew that God used Greg to get me down there for that time; I knew God would use Greg to lead me the rest of my life. I have always been thankful for that confirmation of God's desire that Greg be my husband. We were married July 2, 1992 by my brother Rick in Greg's parents home, seventeen years this July. We have five children, Henry (14), Louis (13), Otto (11), Solomon (9 today!), and Olivia (5). We feel so blessed. I always wanted to be a wife and mother and God has granted that desire in abundance! I am thankful for his constant presence and sovereignty. He is good.

Something? Maybe not.

I find myself sitting here in the middle of the day trying to think of something to write. My last post was more... direct than I usually am. I believe what I wrote and don't want to delete it; it needs to be said. But I am usually more cautious about offending people. I thought it came across as potentially offensive depending on the reader. It would be an easier subject to talk about face to face where the tone of voice and body language always play an important role for the speaker and the listener.

Our life is beginning to settle down again. We had some crazy weeks with selling the trailer (see the Our Trail post). There were other things that kept us busy and the house a terrible mess. This week has been great for getting things cleaned up again, not that its done to my satisfaction. Next week we will work at it some more and work on the new schedule, too. I will keep plugging along at whatever God puts before me, and try to enjoy it.