I started this yesterday and got frustrated and saved it to finish it today. So Happy May Day a day late:) This all brought back memories of being in grade school and making May Day baskets, taking them to my Grandparents house and ringing the door running and giggling. Then going back, I know they were probably expecting us every year. It's a lost tradition and it has made me pause and wonder why. Are the schools to busy? Is it a holiday that isn't politically correct? I don't know, but how fun would it be to do it next year with my Eleven year old. That's what memories are made of.
May 7: It has been a extremely blessed week for me. Despite the cold I caught that kept me from finishing my blog entry. It started last weekend getting to spend Friday and Saturday with my oldest Daughter at Oregon State University Mom's Weekend. Though I apologized over and over that I couldn't keep up like the rest of the mom's speed walking around campus, my daughter made me feel nothing less than a queen the whole weekend. Driving the car to get me closer, so I wouldn't have to walk as much. Treating me to everything, including a new haircut. I stayed with her in her dorm and she even styled it for me the next morning. It made me feel pampered, somewhat normal, and that I have raised an incredible young woman that I am so proud of.
Tomorrow I am going to the movie, of course a chick flick, and then out to lunch with my Mom and Dad for my Mom's Mother's Day. She is paying:) Lol Since her Mom passed away she has never really felt like she had a reason to celebrate Mother's Day so I thought I would shake things up this year and just spend some time with her and then the both of them. She seemed excited and I am looking forward to it.
I have gotten to see my ten year old play a great game of softball this week. I have seen my 17 year old excited for the weekend and meeting a very special member of her boyfriend's family. I have seen my husband work with my youngest daughter on a fourth grade project that he has done with all of our girls. She was so proud of it and was so excited to take it to school. The April showers have brought May flowers to our household this week and I am so grateful Lord.
This got me to thinking about Mother's Day Sunday. What about the Son's and Daughter's that have lost their Mom's? What about the Mom's and Grandmom's that have lost their Son's or Daughter's. Suddenly it doesn't seem that May is so full of flowers this weekend. These are the people that we really need to remember with a phone call or e-mail or card in the mail. Just because their loved one is gone, doesn't mean that they are gone too. Besides, most people that have lost someone important to them like to talk about them once in a while. What a great time to remember them in our prayers.
The Weaving
My life is but a weaving, between my God and me;
I do not chose the colors, He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper, and I the under side.
Not til the loom is silent, and shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver’s hand
As threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.
I do not chose the colors, He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper, and I the under side.
Not til the loom is silent, and shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver’s hand
As threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.
–Anonymous
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