Sunday, May 26, 2024

Sometimes You Say I've Changed...


Jim and I are approaching our birthdays-season,
kindling tender reflection.
Jim is entering a new decade on Saturday๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ™

Once upon a time our parents were parents of little children,
then, they became parents of adult children,
Then they became parents of adult children with little children
Now they are parents of adult children with adult children 
who are raising the next generation of little children...
and so it goes.
Nothing and no one stays the same for long!
Best to embrace the place/grace we are in,
for where one season is,
another is waiting to be
as long as life remains!

I am completely content in the season I am in,
not because everything is perfect but because
there are enough joys to balance the heartaches.
Thank-you, Lord!

Spending time with our children
and grandchildren is one of 
life's blessed joys, in the season Jim and I are in.

I love how helping to plant potatoes made Grand-kiddos
 feel happy, important and valued...
(the 'taking turns' rule kept it lively, 
with always someone trying to sneak in two 'turns' in a row ๐Ÿ˜‚)
We had eight rows planted in next to no time at all!
Good times ๐Ÿ’–



And great opportunity to live out this passage:
 Deut. 6:5-9
And you shall love the LORD your God with all your heart
 and with all your soul and with all your strength.
6These words I am commanding you today are to be upon your hearts.
  7And you shall teach them diligently to your children (or grandchildren)
and speak of them when you sit at home 
and when you walk along the road, (or work in the garden)
when you lie down and when you get up. 
8Tie them as reminders on your hands and bind them on your foreheads.
  9Write them on the doorposts of your houses and on your gates.

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I love how the soft soil beneath their bare feet made them giddy with delight



I love how they still all love gramma's lap ๐Ÿ’ 




I love when they can have some one on one grandpa time
 (while gramma cleans up supper dishes)


I love having  special reasons to bake...

 

Sometimes you say I’ve changed, and in a sense, I guess it’s true
Time changes things and I suppose it changes people too
Because perspective, with experience is apt to shift
The older that we grow the more we see life as a gift

The older that we grow the more we care about today
Because we’ve come to know how swift each day-gift slips away
To the permanent residence where centuries amass
Where everything that comes along is just as bound to pass

Where circumstance has always dealt both life’s better and worst
Where stepping stones to wisdom often felt like failure first
Where what we learned has earned a gentler, beholden regard
Because the way to learning it, was often slow and hard

Honing what we admire and desire and respect
And opening our eyes to joys we no longer neglect
As we begin to see without a shadow of a doubt
The certainties that younger people seldom think about

Where threescore year and ten or four was for far older crones
Before we looked time in the mirror and felt it in our bones
Admitting with aha, that time’s dexterous sleight of hand
Is more adept than any trick vain mortal can command

Sometimes you say I’ve changed; far sadder to remain untaught
After a lifetime leased to learn to love the way we ought
After day after day of grace, by mercy’s Hand arranged
Forbid the best that we can boast is that we never changed

© Janet Martin

Ps.90:12
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

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