Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My script of joy, immortal diet,
y bottle of salvation.
My gown of glory, hopes true gauge,
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

~Sir Walter Raleigh

A hiker, walking for pleasure, likes to choose between several alluring trails.
The pilgrim desires only the road that leads home.

~Frank W. Boreham

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

The Surprise Of Three Score And Ten

Two or so years ago, this was unthinkable.  The death knell was proclaimed.  Disease had established a stronghold and that was that..wait for the end.

The Eternal God of our Refuge and Strength had His plan and that included added life and returned health.

So.  The Man Himself reached 80 years and the clan gathered.

We are still mystified by all that has 'been added unto us'.  We are so blessed, humbled and frankly, in awe.  The blessing of children is wonderful. Grandchildren are just as scripture says "the glory of old age".  But great-grands?  We never dreamed of that glorious addition.

It was a perfect day in the Pacific Northwest.  The location: perfect as well.  The Youngest Daughter and Spouse have not only a spacious yard and garden, but a river runs through it - or at least along side.  

Added to all things fine, this was the first time in a very long time that we were all gathered, from near and far.  Sacrifices were made to attend and celebrate by some. No one wanted to miss out on this day of days. 

One of us was missing and missed, he who has Gone before.  Yet, his presence was felt (he was a great one for 'memory making'.  How he would have danced with delight,)  and his face can now be seen in that of his grandson, the first of our fourth generation.

(A sweet thing to note: the party was envisioned and planned by a grand daughter with the help of her sisters and cousins.)

The Great Man Himself, the Patriarch is adored by all.  He loves the adoration and returns it ten-fold.

There were no organized activities.  No need for that at all.  But one of the Grands and her gifted hubby put together a picture history of the Birthday Boy.  There was much hooting and laughter but it was good for the young ones to see that this Old Fella was once a kid, a handsome youth, a Marine, athlete and Pastor.  Also the sweet Organizer invited some of the dearest and closest friends of  ours to share with us. The Grand-girls all provided the delicious and bounteous spread. 
Well done, my darlings!

Much more could be said, stories told and such.  Suffice to say, a jolly good time was had by all with much to ponder, and rich memories added to be reviewed with soft delight in days to come. 

The scripture chosen for the picture showing was

                       "Lord, you have been our dwelling place in all generations...."
That is the bottom line.  And in those pictured above and in this great statement is our hope and glory and cause for our rejoicing.