Birthday Boy is Eight!

It seems yesterday that he was a five pound premie, hardly squeezed into the carseat with pillows and blankets to fill the spaces that he couldn't and here he is a big boy. Still with the same gleam and joy of life in his eyes. Happy to be here, everyday is great for him. He looks into things far deeper and far sweeter than the rest of us. He seems to understand the depths of grace more than the rest of us at the same age. When we are glum for one reason or another, he seems to be able to find the silver lining. Why is everybody so blue? is his constant question. He could be in trouble, or just have gotten a spanking for some misstep and he still smiles and says the day was just great. How was your day?
The smile at being eight was bigger and wider than any of the other ages. He shows me, everyday the joy of being alive. Watch out world, he seems to say, I am eight and I am coming through. What a beautiful life to get to watch?

Looks like rain clouds are coming to water my little postbox garden! Yea!

It is 3 days to Ezra's eighth birthday?

Can you believe it? It seems yesterday that the forceripe youngun broke ceremony and water at Gramps' funeral. Wow!
He's a handful. He's a smartypants. Whys and wherefores for everything comes out of him. Certainly, all Walkers seem born with a doctrinal bent. He is truly one of his clans' finest theologues.
I do remember my motherinlaw saying that she hardly had to spank the younger fellows, because they were such good boys. I laughed at that prospect, especially because I had no intention of having children into my forties, like she did. But, here I am, a chip off the old block and she is right. The few spankings that we give them, seem to go straight to the heart of these sensitive younger fellows.
The whippings that Aunt Gwen described, that the elder Walkers endured was enough to carry over time and through the generations. I like seeing that beauty. I am glad I invested in Walker stock, when the price was low. :)

Now,

That We Found Love...

That is as close as I can get to home this morning. My chocolate and beautifully wrapped box from sister, have been ravaged, mostly by me {I shared a little:)} Home sickness must have set in, anytime I have Third World on the Youtube this morning. So I can scream through the house, "Shut that off! Abby" Abby's gone, mother, they tell me, looking at me eskewed. He is? I am homesick and my children walk around me, when I am in these Third World moods. Phone conversations cannot help me. I hate the phone and am now settled into not having to talk on the phone, in the meantime the closest place I can go to is the "Third World"!

Earth Has no sorrow? that Heaven Cannot Heal.

My Shepherd.

Love Divine, All Loves Excelling.

Please enjoy this vintage recording of this wonderful hymn.