My mother gave all of her siblings and children a 'book' binder for Christmas;
a story she has been writing for over a decade that began
the day she was born and shared in her words some of her life
up until her marriage to my dad!
As I read it I marveled over and over what a lovely, wonderful mother we had
long before she was a mother!
(this, I am sure was not her reason for writing the book)
this is my observation as she shares some of the memories
and lessons she documented over the years
and put in a book as a memento for future generations, to peek into the past
and help us appreciate the pieces of lives that have helped to shape our own!
My mom and dad were such faithful
(not perfect, but faithful) examples of faith
and the older we get the more we value the priceless gift
our childhoods were and the foundation they laid for our
own journeys of faith for this life.
Life can evoke a sense of sacred threads placed into our hands
that only by God's grace and through His Word
can we weave them into something of value
for future generations to cling to!
Our grandson turns four today!
The next generation is wasting no time in growing up too fast!
...to this in the twinkle of an eye
He is quite a character!!
How manifold the pieces of
what makes our life and shapes our love
How hidden are so many parts
of other people’s hopes and hearts
that ever-deftly intertwine
the tendrils of the family vine
to weave with circumstance and choice
the mentor of tomorrow’s voice
as influence unfolds its sum
in generations yet to come
© Janet Martin