I was in the midst of my nightly call with mom last night when she said; “You know, it was this time last year” and I assured her, I was well aware. I was preaching a Wednesday through Sunday revival meeting in AR when mom called on Thursday to tell me dad had suffered a stroke and was in the hospital. Knowing the answer before I asked, I wondered if she might want me to leave the meeting and head on to Yazoo City. She, of course, said no and requested that we come on after the meeting closed. We were on our way home on Monday, March 5th, when I got the call that dad had “gone home”.
We got there as soon as we could to begin all the preparations of the service and all that goes on with that. For me, it was more the business end of everything. That was the way I helped mom most. Dad had done the business of the house while mom just kept things going so she really was unaware, for the most part, of the business end of it all.
I’m thankful for the heritage and raising that’s been a part of my life. I’ve always thought that dad and mom had peach trees for separate reasons. Mom loved the fruit and from it came peach preserves, peach jelly, fresh cut peaches on oatmeal or cereal, or maybe just some slices with a little sugar. Yum! Dad, on the other hand, enjoyed the peach tree switches! Owwwwww
Now that I think about it, there was pain involved in many home tasks. There was always the brutal summers and push cutting a large yard while dad rode the side lot on the Snapper then there was our assistance, always needed, when it came time to rob the bee hive. That’s another story for another time. ha ha
In church before I ever remember being there, it was an inevitable thing for me to one day come to Christ. I can still picture where I was sitting in that large tent at the area wide crusade that one summer. I can picture dad’s followup with me as we sat in the bench swing on our swing set and he made sure I understood what God was wanting to do in my life.
Not always vocal in his praise to us kids, there was never a time when I wasn’t aware how proud he was of what God was doing in and though me. Yes, I’m grateful for the example he was and the opportunity he gave me.
Continue your celebration, pop! One day, more sooner than later, I’ll see you again!
Patty’s dad seems to be continuing a positive move toward his recovery. He’s responding to the physical therapy and although he attempted to stand up from the shower chair this past week and found himself on the shower floor, it was a valuable and not very costly lesson. Things just ended with a few scrapes (skin tears the nurses call them with geriatrics) and bruises and a commitment from him that he will not attempt that again. Praise the Lord! The call we received at 10:20 that night was one that you don’t really ever hope to get. Patty’s brother was able to drive in to Yazoo City from Atlanta to spend a few days with him and check on him to give Patty a break. We will head that way next Sunday, do a quick check, then bring mom back to Enterprise for a visit. She’s been wanting to do that for years and has been unable to do so. Patty will take mom back to Yazoo on Thursday the 14th and spend some time there with her dad at that time.
I’ll be spending this next week preparing for upcoming events. I know I won’t be doing much of that the week mom is here. The balance between work and parents is continuing so, as always, we thank you for your prayers.
Blessings,
John