It was a weekend spent inside looking out. I watched the rain fall and the wind blow. Now everything is soggy and there are tree branches everywhere. It was a good weekend for being still, getting organized, and getting ahead on some reading. I've had my little nephew Jacob on my mind non-stop. He is scheduled to receive his new pacemaker tomorrow morning at 7:00. Jacob is a character. He is very wise for only being six years old and I always appreciate how candid he is about most things. I know that he is in God's hands and my sister has done an amazing job being a pillar of strength for him. When I called her this afternoon I could tell she wanted to cry. The family had gone home and so it was just the two of them left at Stanford, Sharon and Jacob. I know that in spite of Jacob being the brave little boy he is, he is still only six years old and doesn't understand as much as he puts claim to...or does he? My adult mind knows fear and doubt and has questions that are confusing to ask, but Jacob believes and trusts that many people have been praying for him and so he remains steadfast in his brave outlook and meanwhile the lesson I am learning is not contained in one of these many books piled up before me. Y
Sunday, January 6, 2008
inside looking out
It was a weekend spent inside looking out. I watched the rain fall and the wind blow. Now everything is soggy and there are tree branches everywhere. It was a good weekend for being still, getting organized, and getting ahead on some reading. I've had my little nephew Jacob on my mind non-stop. He is scheduled to receive his new pacemaker tomorrow morning at 7:00. Jacob is a character. He is very wise for only being six years old and I always appreciate how candid he is about most things. I know that he is in God's hands and my sister has done an amazing job being a pillar of strength for him. When I called her this afternoon I could tell she wanted to cry. The family had gone home and so it was just the two of them left at Stanford, Sharon and Jacob. I know that in spite of Jacob being the brave little boy he is, he is still only six years old and doesn't understand as much as he puts claim to...or does he? My adult mind knows fear and doubt and has questions that are confusing to ask, but Jacob believes and trusts that many people have been praying for him and so he remains steadfast in his brave outlook and meanwhile the lesson I am learning is not contained in one of these many books piled up before me. Y
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It may be a late prayer but I will pray for this little angel for an excellent recovery for him for today and the future. God has and will continue to bless him and everyone that he comes in contact with. Love, Nettie
Prayers and hugs your way for little Jacob and family. Hurts always seem so much harder when it concerns little children. Love, Phyllis
please let us know how he is doing. thought of him often yesterday.
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