My Daughters, My Treasures

 

This past week, we visited our son and his wife AND our youngest grandson, Caleb—our Christmas baby! While there, I began working on a little booklet which is a compilation of Matthew Henry’s notes on Proverbs 31.

As I was reading and copying and pasting and organizing the information into a booklet, my daughter-in-law was busy sewing.  She has her own business (EverythingSewn91) and has been very successful. But that success did not just happen! She spent HOURS researching, preparing, and working diligently to put together a top notch website AND producing high-quality custom baby bedding, and the Lord has blessed her efforts. Did I say that she works hard? Her hands are never still! She cares for our grandson and her home and our son, and seems to do it effortlessly! She is a Proverbs 31 woman!

Way out in South Dakota, on the lonely prairie plains (not really, but it sounded so poetical!) lives our son and my other daughter-in-law AND three more grandchildren. There is a blog post in me somewhere on the challenges that I’ve worked through I’m working through, dealing with family so far from home. She is caring for our three grandchildren, homeschooling their oldest, and working hard had just staying afloat with three very active sweethearts! Plus, she’s expecting our seventh grandchild!  Oh, yes, and our son is working crazy hours, which means she spends LONG days in a two bedroom apartment! I’m praying hard for them as they head into winter. A home is in the near future, but right now, they’re working hard to make that happen. She is a Proverbs 31 woman!

Then there’s our daughter, which the Lord has graciously kept nearby all her seven years of married life! She is raising two precious towheads, active little boys, in my childhood home.  I love that place and marvel that God put them there, but that house is over a hundred years old and NOT the easiest place to keep clean! There’s a big yard, plenty of room, but plenty of care. She is my right-hand “man” at church, doing TOO much, but lovingly serving the Lord. She also has a photography business! She is a Proverbs 31 woman.

I don’t know how any of them do what they do! They all have their challenges, but each of them is leaning heavily on the Lord, determined to have godly children, and make a difference in this world! I love them SO much and praise my heavenly Father for His goodness.

Proverbs 31—some may hate that chapter of the Bible.  It’s SO convicting, and Matthew Henry cuts us no slack in his words!  Plus, couch them in a fifteenth-century culture—no woman’s rights, no modernism—and they are quite convicting. HOWEVER, no matter the age or the challenges, we all have the same goal: Christlikeness, success in God’s eyes with our lives and the lives of our families. It takes work and dedication, but may I say once again:

I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth. 3 John 1:4

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Thanks, Dad! I Love You!

Father’s Day.  I’m so thankful that we have this holiday worked into our calendar.  As I watched my son-in-law fold his six feet two inch frame into a kiddie car with his two year old son, I was so proud of him and felt so blessed!  That action spoke volumes to his son!

Some of you may be like me: My dad passed away six years ago.  That doesn’t seem possible!  It seems like yesterday that he was lifting me up on the pony and giving me a ride.  As a family of four and having two daughters, my dad was sorely outnumbered!  He wasn’t a perfect dad, but I’ve noticed something:  When you lose a loved one, you have the choice of either remembering the good or the bad!  I’ve chosen to remember the good, and I can’t tell you what a blessing that is!

Whenever we would play cards as a family, Dad and I were always partners.  I remember making a fuss about it, but down deep I was always glad because we’d usually win!  Dad was a great card player—he wasn’t afraid to take chances.  I remember telling a joke once and making him laugh until he cried.  In his later years, there were long spells of silence; however, every once in a while, he would begin to share memories from his younger days which I had never heard .  Those times were so special.  One particular day in the last year of his life, I took him out to eat. It was the only time I ever did it. He was sitting at the kitchen table and was having a hard time getting up, and he looked at me and said, “I’m getting old,” and it made me sad to realize that he was right. He always called me Freddy.  He’s the only one that called me that, but when I was a teen, I wouldn’t answer him until he used my right name.  I’d give anything to hear him call me Freddy just one more time.

I always felt safe with my dad.  For those of you who have abusive fathers, I really can’t help you.  I can’t even imagine such a travesty!  I’m so sorry! I really can’t think of anything that would do more damage to a child’s character, except perhaps an abusive mother.  There’s only one hope for such a situation, and His name is Jesus!

I’m not sure what the point is for this post, but I needed to write it.  I’m so sad that he’s gone.  I wish I would have taken more time to know him better, to listen better, to be a better daughter. Daughters, find the best in your dads. Walk in their shoes just a little.  Pray for them. Dads, you really don’t have to do much, but do something!  It’s amazing to me how resilient children are!  You don’t have to be superman—just be dad! Just a little smile, just a little hug, just a little word of encouragement, just a horsie ride once and awhile. Tuck away some memories. Give them an open heart while they’re young, and when they’re teens, you may have a chance to make a difference!

My son, give me thine heart, and let thine eyes observe my ways.

Proverb 23:26

Wow!  What a challenging verse!!!