A friend insisted on taking my boys to her house Friday night. I came home from the soup kitchen and they were gone -my house was empty.
Category: Life
This is part eight in a series about surviving separation from your spouse. Read all posts in this series.
A wordless Wednesday post.
My newest discovery was a pummelo. Shopping in Whole Foods last week, I saw a large display of them. They caught my eye because they’re huge – easily double the size of a large grapefruit, if not more.
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That year, for Christmas, he got an “Any Soldier” box. It was addressed to “any soldier who doesn’t have a living grandma.” It was filled with socks and treats and was from a grandma who thought that someone might need some grandma love.
Last year at this time, Gregg and I were saying that it would be the last Thanksgiving we would be apart. And here we are this year, apart, determined that this will be the last one. God has been gracious and an amazing provider in this time of economic hardship on our country, and we are thankful for the job he has, for the income that he has, and for the continued contracts that come his way while there is nothing much out there otherwise. So while a part of me wants to feel down in the dumps for missing him, I try very hard to stay thankful. Ephesians 5:20 says: Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
I’m not a big fan of plastic or paper, and often the children of friends whom we entertain are older, so I like to have something nice for the “kids'” table. At the same time, I don’t want the elegance of the main table.
I needed to keep the centerpiece simple with the main table, because I’d rather put food on the table than flowers or candles.
