April 20, 2010
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The reason I keep on getting up each morning
There are days when the aches and pains of approaching old age make me wonder why. Why get up, why go on. I know it isn’t all that bad yet but I have spend a lifetime abusing this old body and it is beginning to let me know that was the wrong thing to do.
Then I hear this little guy cry from the room down the hall and I know the reasons for everything. I may not jump out of bed, my jumping days are over, but I get up with a smile and a feeling of contentment in my heart knowing that the reason and purpose for life is stirring in the little bed in the bedroom down the hall. That his mom and he need us and me and that as long as I am around and can give it he will have all the love and care that one little boy could ever ask for, and more.
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Gosh he is absolutely adorable!!! I think I had a late in life baby because God knew that grands were a long way off for me!
This post reminds me of the Bill Gaither song Because He Lives. The 2nd verse is “How sweet to hold a new-born baby and feel the pride and joy he gives, but greater still the calm assurance this child can face uncertain days because He lives.”
@ata_grandma - Thanks! Was feeling a bit achy and sorry for myself today. Isn’t that stupid! Just had to write that after the feelings that filled me when I heard his cry this morning.
Are you “fostering” his mom and him? Good for you! Do hope your body and your spirits feel better soon. I’m in the same boat at the moment.
@TheSunnyC - You could call it fostering. We offered her our home when she was in need of a home. She and the baby are welcome to stay as long as they like or need.
My spirits are better it’s the aches in the old carcass that are bothering me today. I shouldn’t complain but there it is. A mile on the treadmill and 15 minutes of shape boxing have helped loosen things up a bit.
Lovely post. The Lord is good to give you the two of them to love on and good to give the two of them you to love on.
Isn’t it funny how our body waits until we are past the abusing stage to tell us that we shouldn’t have done it.
Praying for you and yours (both near and far).
Wow, it feels like yesterday when I rocked my babies–now they are, respectively 28 and (almost) 24. Thanks for sharing! He is so cute!