OUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED...

Strange how that hits you in the face sometimes!  Lots of things have been going on with our extended family lately.  Health problems.  Life, and death.  My sweet father-in-law is still hospitalized.  My grandmother, despite some recent scares, celebrated her 96th birthday today. An uncle passed away and his funeral is Wednesday.

It really makes you wonder how long you'll be given on this earth.  There are no guarantees!  I am grateful, though, that I've been able to live this long to see my children almost to adulthood.  They all came to a dinner last night at my sister's house without much prodding.  I know friends are much more important to them right now, but they came.  I'm grateful for a loving husband who encourages and pushes me in the right direction.  I'm grateful that this life is not the end, if you are a child of the King!

Happy 96th Grandma Flora!

Don't stand between this lady and her chocolate!

Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.  Remind me that my days are numbered—
how fleeting my life is.                                                              Psalm 39:4