The Visit

I was starting to write a post about a week ago, when my grandparents were here. But I never quite finished it. Today, early this morning we took them to the airport and they left. Well, I am definitely going to miss them! I haven’t seen them in years, since it’s hard for either them to come to us or we visit them, since they live in New York, way across on the other side of the country.

I just wrote out quite a lot about their visit, but I think I’m going to cut it down a little because I know that it might be a little too much for one post. I’ll just say that I learned a lot from my elders, and I will greatly miss them.

One thing that I really learned was that I live far too carelessly. I have known this for quite a while, but having them come and bless us so much with their cheerful attitude, their wisdom, their love for God and for others, it just sort of blew me away. They went to Bangladesh a little while ago, and came back with a huge appreciation for life and a new way of living. They don’t want to stop and lounge around, like so many of our culture does. They have a passion for life and goodness and wholesomeness and especially for a passion for God. It really got to me, and I hope that it will never leave me.

Something that has been gnawing away at me (in a good way) are the Words that our Savior gave us and I think I’ll end with that.

Matthew 28:18-20

“Then Jesus came to them and said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to Me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”

 

Shalom

“A visitor for breakfast…”

I was just reading a chapter in “The Horse and His Boy” by C.S. Lewis, and I really love how he portrays the dwarves in here.

“There they found a little house with a smocking chimney and an open door, and as they came to the doorway Duffle called out:

‘Hey brothers! A visitor for breakfast.’”

I just love the way he puts that! It makes you almost feel like you’re being welcomed into the home of the dwarves. I would love to get to a point when that is second nature for me, to welcome people into my home as if it was their own.

Today, we did a major clean up of our house for when my friend comes over, something that my mum calls a “blitz”. It kind of helped the overall cleaning for when my grandparents come to visit. I started the day off, sort of determined but rather cheerful, ready to tackle a big day of cleaning. Wow, how often I change my mood, just because a little thing wasn’t going right! It bugs me to think of how much I cater my moods for what I think the situation demands. “Ok, so big day of cleaning ahead!” I think to myself, “so I’ll be a ‘cheerful worker’.” and “Oh, no! My friend might not be coming after all; so I might as well freak out and whine!” Why is it so easy to do that? Can I not be patient and joyful throughout all, both the good and the bad situations? There’s this one character in an Agatha Christie who talked about how a true lady never freaks out at big situations, but keeps her head and gracefully goes through whatever comes her way. I love that idea, and I think I definitely need to follow the ladylike women of the past.

Well, I’ve got to finish this post off now. Lord willing, I’ll be updating more consistently, though, so you won’t have to wait long. :)

 

God bless and shalom!