Jewells of Thought

Last night I was kind of thinking about the day’s events and it hit me how blessed I am. I have 3 church families who are so vastly interconnected through interactions of family and movement of friends going to different places.

I would never have thought that last week I would be talking to a cousin of mine, we are second cousins and our fathers are first cousins, anyhow that he would be speaking at his Grandmother’s church all these years later after she died, only Grandma Betty goes there… except now me too. Then I got to reminisce about a family we knew from Fellowship where I was a teenager but he was younger and I recently went to her wedding reception. He of course remembered this family. Then last night I had not seen his Mom and she brought up that I knew the daughter in this family got married. I knew people who remembered them would want to know she’s doing well. They were a part of our family after; all one’s church family is as good as one’s birth family.

Yesterday I got up and ready earlier because my parents Sunday School is early. I have just been going to church with Grandma and sometimes we get there at the same time. She has an amazing church family and they make sure she gets to church. She wouldn’t be able to get into my car it’s too high of a step up for her to make. However, I spent the morning with my Dad and Mom. A little birdie told me it would be something he wanted. I never meant to stop spending Father’s Day at separate churches, I let some things get in the way of that, but not yesterday.

It was such a good morning though. I had a blue dress bought back in February I wore for the first time and got lots of compliments. I didn’t think to take a photo for some reason. Bryan said he missed seeing it too! It had been a long time since I had been inside the sanctuary, but in the past year give or take they have seen more of me due to baby showers and bridal showers. Not everyone makes it to those though and I did get to see some of the new faces at the church, including the Preacher’s new son-in-law. I had only heard about him until a couple of weeks ago when I met him at the recent wedding reception. It’s easy to remember his name I just have to think of my Dad.

Dad’s church handed out beef jerky sticks for the father’s. Then when I went to Fellowship they had bottles of Root Beer. So Dad got one of both. He got to grill the hamburgers which he loves to do and he compared a fast food hamburger to mine saying the homemade was much better. I should say Mom did help me with the hamburgers I put the ingredients in and she stirred and we both made the patties. They were still really delicious for round two of them at noontime today. We don’t always make extra, but it means Dad can take one for work tonight.

Last Tuesday I had thought up in my head what to write for Dad’s card. It sounded really good that it brought me to tears. I lost those words for a couple of days though. When I made the card and thought I was ready to write it in again I couldn’t think how I had worded it. Somehow after going back through my thoughts some of the words came back to me and Sunday morning I was able to write the message out. I like writing my own cards, sometimes the mush other cards have doesn’t say what I need my cards to say from the heart and raw. This is where writing gets personal, cards need to be for that moment and for that individual no one else. I have had a tendency to make my parents cry from my cards. Happy tears. Cards should be special and make the person receiving them feel special.

God has truly blessed me and my family with my Dad and my Grandpa’s.