Christ_empowered
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things are going well in my little 'family unit' (dorky humor, lol), and I am increasingly grateful. understandably, my parents didn't seem like they were ever going to forgive me for my wretched state, wasted life, etc...
and now, 8 years into truly knowing The Lord...??? I dunno. they're not heavy on emo talks, which is actually a good thing, now. I'm 36 and they're good to me, even though I was an ingrate and brain damaged and brought shame on the family in years past, etc. etc. etc.
i'm often invited over to their house for dinners, this that and the other thing. their house puppies adore me (i give them treats...it helps..). my parents are doing well, which helps...mama's 110% retired, post-employment, thank goodness. she and dad both offer different sorts of 'help' to a local non-profit.
dad's healthy, semi-retired (odd situation, but he likes his part time position). my dad and i never really...got along, somehow. now, we do. i got up a bit before 5 AM this morning, and round 6.30, i was craving a litle convo, so I called him, just to touch base. no big deal, i guess...just hey, how are you? what's your day going to be like? etc...
and it was perfectly pleasant, easy breezy. thing is...
after i clicked off the phone and went on about my morning, it dawned on me: that -- yet another little moment in yet another quiet, hopefully uneventful day -- was another blessing from Him. dad's off to the office now, I'm invited over for another small, informal dinner at their place, and...
life--this time my real life, my life in Christ-- goes on, moment by moment, hour by hour, day by day. I don't know the state of my parents' salvation. I cannot help but think/assume they at least think -about- Jesus, now and then. I don't pound them with Scripture and such, but I know The Bible fairly well, and I can discuss Christian Worldview 101 and such with relative ease (His work, not mine...I'm thankful, not boastful), so I'm hoping (and, assuming, honestly...) that they'll see...
'wow, our severely mentally ill son is surprisingly healthy and smart and normal and not a wretched, obviously brain damaged drain on us. what gives?,' and maybe...
over time, His work in my life will be part of His work in their hearts+lives, too. i dunno. in Him, I can plant little seeds, here and there. in time, I pray He will give an increase.
OK. As always, thank you for reading, prayers, support, encouragement, etc. seriously.
and now, 8 years into truly knowing The Lord...??? I dunno. they're not heavy on emo talks, which is actually a good thing, now. I'm 36 and they're good to me, even though I was an ingrate and brain damaged and brought shame on the family in years past, etc. etc. etc.
i'm often invited over to their house for dinners, this that and the other thing. their house puppies adore me (i give them treats...it helps..). my parents are doing well, which helps...mama's 110% retired, post-employment, thank goodness. she and dad both offer different sorts of 'help' to a local non-profit.
dad's healthy, semi-retired (odd situation, but he likes his part time position). my dad and i never really...got along, somehow. now, we do. i got up a bit before 5 AM this morning, and round 6.30, i was craving a litle convo, so I called him, just to touch base. no big deal, i guess...just hey, how are you? what's your day going to be like? etc...
and it was perfectly pleasant, easy breezy. thing is...
after i clicked off the phone and went on about my morning, it dawned on me: that -- yet another little moment in yet another quiet, hopefully uneventful day -- was another blessing from Him. dad's off to the office now, I'm invited over for another small, informal dinner at their place, and...
life--this time my real life, my life in Christ-- goes on, moment by moment, hour by hour, day by day. I don't know the state of my parents' salvation. I cannot help but think/assume they at least think -about- Jesus, now and then. I don't pound them with Scripture and such, but I know The Bible fairly well, and I can discuss Christian Worldview 101 and such with relative ease (His work, not mine...I'm thankful, not boastful), so I'm hoping (and, assuming, honestly...) that they'll see...
'wow, our severely mentally ill son is surprisingly healthy and smart and normal and not a wretched, obviously brain damaged drain on us. what gives?,' and maybe...
over time, His work in my life will be part of His work in their hearts+lives, too. i dunno. in Him, I can plant little seeds, here and there. in time, I pray He will give an increase.
OK. As always, thank you for reading, prayers, support, encouragement, etc. seriously.
