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Who is Granny?

I'm the incredibly blessed mother of 9, "Granny" to 16, and wife of "The Papa," the knight-in-shining-armor whose loving support has made it possible for me to stay home and give my life to mothering, homemaking, and 26 years of homeschooling. Life at Granny's House is full of laughter, friendship, books, music, lively debate, writing, and good things to eat. My days are made even more meaningful by coming alongside other moms, giving them the support and encouragement that I lacked as a young mother and helping them to network with each other in ways that strengthen homes and families. A few times a year I board a plane to visit my "away" kids, to attend the birth of a grandchild, or to enjoy some lazy days with my best friend, but I always love coming back to...Granny's House.

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  • August 16 - Sam is 7!
  • August 20 - Kristen's birthday
  • August 30 - THE WELTYS ARRIVE!
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  • Sept 5 - Henry is 9!
  • Sept 7 - Isaac is 10!
  • Sept 17 - The Papa's birthday
  • Sept 23-30 - Granny and Papa go to Hawaii
  • Sept 26 - PawPop is 88!
  • Sept 29 - Tim is 15!
  • Oct 2 - Cheyenne's birthday
  • Oct 4 - Liam is 5!
  • Oct 7 - John Caleb is 17!
  • Oct 18 - Tony's birthday

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  • Sunday, January 31, 2010
    Sunday snippets...

    "Snippets" is kind of an appropriate moniker for my life this month...figuratively and, if you could see my right side, literally. As I look at the calendar, I'm thinking about having a T-shirt made for myself that says, "I SURVIVED JANUARY 2010!" Truly, God has been gracious to me in getting me through the first half of this long wait, and I thank Him for providing me with a team taking care of me that is so beyond what I deserve...

    Because of a death in our extended family, the Papa needs to go to Fort Worth tomorrow. Since Lyric was due to fly back to California last night, I was a little panicked at being without both of them...but again, God provided in an unexpected way when Lyric offered to extend her stay by three or four days to cover most of the time that John is gone. Like so many times before, His provision and the love and care of my "inner circle" has made me feel enveloped in His arms as well as theirs.

    The events of the past six weeks have disoriented me as to time...the holidays were a blur, and now it's a new year and sometimes I can't think what month it is. Yesterday I looked outside the window and noticed that our crape myrtles were leafless, and thought, "What month is this?" Much as I love winter, this year I'm looking forward to spring...

    You know you miss cooking when you dream in detail about a trip to the grocery store and exactly what you're going to do with each ingredient, watching the clock to make sure you're home to get it all prepared in time.

    And oh, how I've missed worshiping with my church family. In these past few years I've had to miss so much with them and I pray for the day when no one has to say to me, "I'm so glad to see you could make it! Welcome back!"

    You'd think with all this time on my hands that I'd have gotten a lot of reading done. Not so. Focus and motivation (and until the past week, drugs) have been on the wrong side of reading. How lovely, then, that Lyric loves reading out loud to me. Since my return from the hospital, we've finished In Faithfulness, He Afflicted Me, and we are now halfway through Anonymous: Jesus' Hidden Years...and Yours. Both these books have had messages I need to be reflecting on through this time. Anonymous focuses on not despising all the hidden times in our lives when God is preparing us for the future. It's hard, sometimes, to see where my future goes from here, but I know that's not a mystery to my Father and He is preparing me even through this strange and difficult time of waiting.

    And that's all I have from here. My frame of reference is rather small and I don't seem to have all that many observations of the world other than how things look from my rented bed...but then, this, too, shall pass :-)

    "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11

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    Friday, January 22, 2010
    Just when you thought you were going to check back here and see that picture of me, AGAIN, here I am proving that I haven't completely abandoned this space. No, I don't expect to be a daily poster again for a while, but I'll try to be better about updating.

    I returned home from the hospital 48 hours ago, having spent 23 days there in the past month, including Christmas and New Year's. Three surgeries since December 24 have left me weak and more helpless than I care to explain, but at least I'm in my own own room and am eating things that were actually designed to BE eaten and I have the wonderful company of my family and my best friend. It's an infinite improvement over this time last week.

    As for my current state, we'll call it super-sendentary. I have an antibiotic-coated spacer in place of my (new) old right hip, and I'm supposed to move it as little as possible. I'm in a semi-reclining position in a rented hospital bed, perfect for looking up at the TV and dozing but not much else. Twice a day, I get hooked up to an IV antibiotic and swallow a different antibiotic as well. And I wait. And wait. Yeah, for a couple of months.

    Matter-of-fact as all this sounds, I'm not always this even-keeled about it. Some hours I lie here praying to hear whatever God has to teach me through this period, and the next hour I'm straining and resisting it with all I have, asking Him to just make it all go away and fast-forward me to real life again. And yet deep in the night, when there's nothing to do but pray and listen, I must admit that whether I like it or not, this is real life. Not the one I chose, but the one I live. And not an accidental one in the eyes of the One who holds me, but the current vehicle for turning me into the likeness of Jesus. Ultimately, can I ask for more?

    Only for your prayers.

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    Saturday, January 02, 2010
    A rather different New Year.

    Oh, make no mistake. I had the best of intentions.

    I was going to write a nice New Year's post to make up for the fact that I didn't get back here since my big Holiday Whiplash on the 23rd. Yep, I was was going to come home from the hospital on New Year's Eve and have it all ready to post at the stroke of midnight.

    Funny thing about those New Years. Just because they're new doesn't always mean a fresh start or a happier set of circumstances. And for me, 2010 is the perfect illustration of that fact.

    Instead of getting to come home with my 20" incision and starting down the difficult but promising road to recovery, I got the news I'd feared for a long time: there's infection in and around the new hip implant, probably one that's been there a long time undetected, and ignoring it is not an option. Dr. Keeney presented the options, prayed with us, and allowed me to come home for a few days to regroup, huddle and pray with the family, and take care of details that will soon be out of my reach.

    No firm decisions have been made yet, but here is the likely scenario. Late next week I will go back into surgery and have the entire apparatus that was just put in taken out again, along with the bone grafts, screws, bands, etc. Those will be replaced with a temporary prosthesis, sort of a spacer, or a "spare tire" if you will, one that will not bear weight and will allow for little to no movement. I will stay in my bed or a nearby chair for six to eight weeks while being treated aggressively with a powerful antibiotic cocktail, on which I've already started. At the end of that time, I'll go to surgery again for another permanent hip replacement.

    (Did I say permanent? Well, I thought that a couple of times before!)

    Then I will begin another stint of physical therapy for several months, regaining strength and mobility and seeing how close we can get to normal walking. can see that the first half of my 2010 won't look anything like I expected. God must have been gently smiling on me as I had it all planned, knowing that none of it was going to happen. I wish I could describe my own reaction as gentle smiles, but in truth I've run the gamut from despair to anger to resignation. My tears, now yellow from the new antibiotic, have fallen in several cycles since New Year's Eve. My knight-in-shining-armor husband and my dear children and my best friend will attest to the wild swings as I came to grips with the wiping out of my list of 2010 resolutions. And as I listened to fireworks and heard revelers outside my hospital window, I wondered how it could still all go on while I adjusted to the reality of what amounts, for me, to a rather Old New Year.

    But God.

    My Father is still on His throne and holds my future in His strong hands. Why He has planned for these next months to be spent in stillness I can only guess, but I know it did not escape His attention or His kind intention. I would much rather be running my kids to piano lessons and shopping for groceries and preparing for a houseful of guests and sitting with my beloved HOPE moms and sharing spiritual and practical lessons with them. To me, those things seem so much more productive! But for some reasons, reasons totally mysterious to me, He has chosen stillness for me instead and I must listen and watch for His purposes.

    The morning after receiving my New Year's News, a sweet friend was led to send me words I needed to hear. It's a poem published in the priceless Streams in the Desert, and the word "daughter" was originally "children." For me, though, the intimacy of being His daughter is something I needed to feel and I treasure it. I'm sure I'll reread this many times in the next months when I'm tempted to wallow in my inability to do anything other than be still and know...

    Sit still, my daughter! Just sit calmly still!
    Nor deem these days--these waiting days--as ill!
    The One Who loves thee best, who plans thy way,
    Hath not forgotten thy great need today!
    and, if He waits, 'tis sure He waits to prove
    To thee, His tender child, His heart's deep love.

    Sit still, my daughter! Just sit calmly still!
    Thou longest much to know thy dear Lord's will!
    While anxious thoughts would almost steal their way
    Corrodingly within, because of His delay--
    Persuade thyself in simple faith to rest
    That He, who knows and loves, will do the best.

    Sit still, my daughter! Just sit calmly still!
    Nor move one step, not even one, until
    His way hath opened. Then, ah then, how sweet!
    How glad thy heart, and then how swift thy feet
    Thy inner being then, ah then, how strong!
    And waiting days not counted then too long.

    Sit still, my daughter! Just sit calmly still!
    What higher service could'st thou for Him fill?
    'Tis hard! ah yes! But choicest things must cost!
    For lack of losing all how much is lost!
    'Tis hard, 'tis true! But then--He giveth grace
    To count the hardest spot the sweetest place.

    J. Danson Smith

    Thank you to Lisa D.

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    Granny's Mission Statement
    "...Tell to the coming generation the glorious deeds of the LORD, and his might, and the wonders that he has done....that the generation to come might know, even the children yet to be born, that they may arise and tell them to their children."
    ~Psalm 78:4-6

    My Focal Passage for 2011...
    Philippians 2:5-11

    5 Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus,

    6 who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped,

    7 but made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men.

    8 And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.

    9 Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name,

    10 so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth,

    11 and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

    ~Philippians 2:5-11 (ESV)


    "The vanity of being known to be trusted with a secret is generally one of the chief motives to disclose it."

    ~Samuel Johnson

    [Oxymoronica, n., A compilation of self-contradictory terms, phrases, or quotations; examples of oxymoronica appear illogical or nonsensical at first, but upon reflection, make a good deal of sense and are often profoundly true.]

    Books on the iPhone, the Kindle, or on the nightstand...

  • The Good Husband of Zebra Drive, Alexander Mccall Smith
  • The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions, Arthur G. Bennett, editor

  • Books finished in 2011...

  • Oxymoronica, Mardy Grothe
  • Some Sing, Some Cry, Ntozake Shange, Ifa Bayeza
  • English Society in the Eighteenth Century, Roy Porter
  • One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are, Ann Voskamp
  • His Word in My Heart, Janet Pope
  • The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, Rebecca Skloot
  • Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity for Women Worldwide, Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn
  • Reading Lolita in Tehran, Azar Nafisi
  • Think: The Life of the Mind and the Love of God, John Piper
  • Moonwalking with Einstein: The Art and Science of Remembering Everything, Joshua Foer
  • Blue Shoes and Happiness, Alexander McCall Smith
  • The Red Queen, Philippa Gregory
  • Bonhoeffer: Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy, Eric Metaxas
  • The Confessions of Saint Augustine, St. Augustine
  • Complete Poems and Selected Letters of John Keats, John Keats
  • Unfamiliar Fishes, Sarah Vowell
  • Words That Work, Frank Luntz
  • NurtureShock: New Thinking About Children, Po Bronson and Ashley Merryman
  • Poke the Box, Seth Godin
  • Why We Get Fat: And What to Do About It, Gary Taubes
  • A Patriot's History of the United States, Larry Schweikart and Michael Allen
  • Song of Saigon: One Woman's Journey to Freedom, Anh Vu Sawyer
  • The Artistic Mother: A Practical Guide for Fitting Creativity into Your Life, Shona Cole
  • The Politically Incorrect Guide to English and American Literature, Elizabeth Kantor
  • The Greater Journey: Americans in Paris, David McCullough

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    "Were the whole realm of nature mine
    That were a present far too small...
    Love so amazing, so divine
    Demands my soul, my life,
    my all!"