We're doing a series on 1 Corinthians 13 at our morning services through the summer, and this morning's preach was to be about love being 'patient and kind'. I got an object lesson in this, when a text arrived at 1038 from GV Girl #1, who has been unwell with tonsillitis asking if I could take her to hospital, followed by a phone call from GV Boy at 1100, saying that his sister was now struggling to breathe. The options were to stay put, do the preach, then go and check her, or to rush off and deal with it immediately. It seemed urgent, so I made my excuses, handed over to the other staff and left with a heavy heart.
There followed a visit to A & E (a bad call as they were very busy), then the GP out-of-hours service (who weren't busy at all). The pharmacy has suppied her with four different drugs, and those combined with honey and lemon lozenges should sort her out. The main bonus was some unexpected or sought quality time with GV Girl #1.
It's been a great reminder that, no matter what age my children are (and they are all grown up now), they need my patience and kindness, even when I ought to be working elsewhere. And a powerful reminder too of God's infinite patience and kindness towards me, awkward, difficult and sinful so-and-so that I am.
One of my very creative daughters is set to publish her first t-shirt design through qwertee.com. They sell one, and only one, design of t-shirt per day, deciding on which ones to release by votes made on their website. They are only on sale for 48 hours, so it's definitely a limited edition. Designers get 10% of the price of the shirts that sell and it seems to be a growing market.
Her design is based on the Marauders from Harry Potter, so there may well be a fan base out there. Not bad for a sixteen year old - artistic ability and business nous! See her design here. T-shirts on sale from 11pm tonight.
GV Boy is now GV Postman or Postman Matt. Well done to him on finding employment. Spare a thought for these hardworking souls, as they leave home at 0430 to get to the sorting office.
Spare a thought too for this parent who drove him to work for the first day and was woken at 0400 to make it so. That meant I surprised everyone by turning up early for the prayer meeting. I really do not want to be woken up at that time tomorrow...........
Following his hospitalisation, GV Boy is confined to bed at home, and is not to move around very much. In fact, he is supposed to lie on his stomach to allow the open wound to heal. I get to serve his every need while instructing him on how to be a good patient.
Caring for one's children doesn't get any easier once they are adults.
I've been marvelling at the counsel of friends over the last couple of days as I face some pain in life. Family and dearest/oldest friends have listened patiently and gently (and not so gently) offered wisdom. I am very grateful for them and have been reminded of what is written about friends in the Book of Proverbs:
"Where there is no counsel, the people fall; but in
the multitude of counsellors there is safety." (Proverbs
"A wise man is strong, yes, a man of knowledge
increases strength; for by wise counsel you will wage your
own war, and in a multitude of counsellors there is safety."
"Every purpose is established by counsel; by wise
counsel wage war." (Proverbs 20:18)
"Without counsel, plans go awry, but in the
multitude of counsellors they are established."
"Listen to counsel and receive instruction, that you
may be wise in your latter days." (Proverbs 19:20)
"Cease listening to instruction, my son, and you
will stray from the words of knowledge." (Proverbs
GV Boy reaches the magnificent age of eighteen today. How can this be, when I am still so young myself? I mused on this at regional council last night during one of the boring bits (which were not quite as many as usual - could the regional council be about to spring into life?), estimating that, of the couple of dozen people present, I was the fourth youngest. After twenty one years of ordained ministry, I'm slowly edging up the age ladder at ecclesiastical meetings.
Many happy returns GV Boy! To mark the occasion, I look forward to visiting a hostelry with him later this evening.
The patter (thunder) of tiny feet echoes around the rectory. We're now unused to such early Saturday morning antics. Our teenagers are more given to staying in bed for very long periods of time. It's been a helpful reminder of the joys of our many young families.
I sense a day of keeping little ones busy and entertained. I've aleady been beaten at Wii Bowling by our seven year old niece, and I'm supposed to be good at that! It's wonderful to be young and have excellent hand/eye coordination, isn't it?
Been busy, then resting last weekend, then busy again this week, so blogging has been taking a back seat.
The big news is that the GV family are preparing to offer a home to a middle-aged gentleman by the name of Alfie. He's been living rough, but is well-mannered enough and should fit into our family quite nicely.
Alfie is an eight year old white German Shepherd with a delightful temperament. He'll be in his new home by Sunday afternoon.
The SSPCA have been very helpful and have even let him out for a cuddle when we have visited him over the last few weeks. He seemed very pleased to see us this afternoon, and loved the attention.