Sundays Are Different

Sundays are different now. Oh we go through the same routines.....church, dinner either with Dan and Earlene, Tom and Carla, or here at home. But now the kids aren't here for dinner and the afternoon....its alot quieter, and I do seem to have a little more time to think about the events of the past week, and what went on at church. I think we feel the absence of the kids more keenly on Sunday. Several of our friends have asked how we are doing.....it helps to know there are others who don't see their grandkids often...we sort of commiserate together. But after a productive afternoon and a short paddle in the pool, both the girls called and I even got to speak to Celia, and Dad got to talk to Andrew. That Wheaton though....he must have a thing about phones.

Its such a wonderful thing to be able to share my heart with both of the girls, and to not only know they understand, but have a way of encouraging me. I marvel at the wisdom both have.....they sure got it at a younger age that I did.....Perhaps the best thing of all is that they hold me accountable in so many areas of my life....it helps me to keep striving toward the goal of being a more godly woman. They are my best friends.

This makes me think of a verse: Prov. 27:17 As iron sharpens iron, So a man sharpens the countenance of his friend.