It's been an out-of-the-ordinary week at Granny's House, in more than one sense. And while I don't mind the occasional surprises that life throws at us, I am a creature of habit and long for the comfort of routine and normalcy. This week should return us to a bit more of the familiar...but I dare not hold my breath...
This week I listened to the Ray Bradbury classic Something Wicked This Way Comes, written in 1962 (while I was in early elementary school!). While it didn't live up to some of Bradbury's best novels (Fahrenheit 451) or some of his terrific short stories ("All Summer in a Day" from A Medicine for Melancholy and Other Stories), it was nevertheless an interesting diversion for a few hours. I think the value for me was in seeing how the world was perceived during the years of my growing up.
And I've started the LOOONG saga of Pillars of the Earth, by Ken Follett, which will be followed by his equally lengthy World Without End. Both cover a historical period that holds my interest more tightly than any other and so their length does not deter me!
Nathan surprised me by coming home for a night. It's nice to have him close enough that he can do that now and then!
I can never figure out why liberals who are so convinced of the lie of "a woman's right to choose" should then get up in arms when women also want to use abortion to choose the sex of the children they deliver, as though social engineering and the resulting imbalance between the genders is a far worse evil than murder. Nevertheless, this is tragic.
This week I'll pass the 4-week mark in my post-op recovery period. I hope to begin putting some weight on my leg late in the week and then maybe even make it to church on Sunday.
Which will be very important to me...since Annie, Judah, Kristen, and Liam will be arriving Friday and all nine of our kids will be with us on Sunday! That happens all too infrequently (last time was fourteen months ago) so we are extra-grateful when God allows it.
Our loving Father has taught us more this week about His control over life's strange twists and His comfort through our deep disappointments. Yes, His ways are unsearchable, but often He gives us glimpses when our eyes are toward Him. Seeing "through a glass darkly" will pale in comparison to seeing Him face to face, and yet even the seeing in the dark can be a gift. Light for the next step is all He promises...and we have been given that and more. Thank You, Father, for your care for Your children.
Blessings on your week!