I don’t know where I would be without refuge in Him! One year ago today, I listened as my son, Andy, told me about a decision he had made. It took me one week before I was able to share the decision in my blog. He had decided to quit school and move across the country. He said he had a job and a place to live. He had just turned 22. What was I to say? What could I do? Say little and pray LOTS! One year later…he is back home and today is his 23rd birthday. He has spent some time at the School of Hard Knocks and told me the other day he has a doctorate from there and joked he should put it on his resume. Happy Birthday, Andy….(not the he reads my blog!) This is Andy and me at the USS Arizona Memorial in Hawaii, take a few years ago…he still looks the same.
The Andy that returned home on March 23rd is a more mature Andy, certainly different that the young man that left. So, today, I am grateful for…
522. Andy being home.
523. watching him mature.
524. friends that celebrated with us Saturday night.
525. Easter Sunday.
526. beautiful blue skies.
527. 70 degree weather.
528. peace about things that trouble me.
529. caring friends.
530. cell phones.
531. cleaning that got done.
532. papers sorted and shredded.
533. a new day.
534. another chance.
536. computer blogging issues resolved.
537. for the light at the end of the tunnel.
Lord, thank you for the gift of your Son and his resurrection. Thank you for bringing Andy home, for the lessons he learned and for the lessons I learned during his 11 month adventure. Thank you for the friends you have placed in my life, for the people from whom I learn so much…for cup-stackers, birthday card makers, hug-givers, for cake bakers, for every member of our group known as Families of the Cross. Lord, I am truly blessed. Thank you.