Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Giving Thanks when it's hard


The frozen fruit salad is in the freezer, and I'm going to make the green bean casserole in a few minutes.  My sister is hosting this year, so I don't have to do the turkey (insert sigh of relief here).
 
But I have a heavy heart this Thanksgiving.  Youngest daughter won't be there.  She's in jail.
 
Yes, she was supposed to be on house arrest.  However, she made the decision to not attend the screening interview, which was part of the conditions.  It turns out that she skipped it because she was either high, or had used drugs recently enough to show up on the drug test.  That automatically revoked the house arrest, and even if it hadn't, we would not have her in the house if she's been using drugs.  For a girl who said she never wanted to go to jail again, she sure didn't act like it.
 
I had to take her to report at the jail on Monday.  Next to losing my mom and dad, it was one of the hardest things I've had to do.  It's an awful feeling to see your child disappear behind that heavy door, and to know that you've tried everything you possibly could do, and the only thing left to do is pray.
 
Even so...
 
I'm thankful.
 
She's in a place that is nearby, so we can visit.
She has access to help.
She'll only be there 6-9 weeks.
She'll have time to think about what kind of a person she wants to be after this.
She'll be away from her boyfriend (we liked him at first, probably because he wasn't a drug user/dealer, but he turned out to be a major con artist).
 
I have a great support team of family, friends and church.
God has promised that He will never leave me or forsake me.
 
I'm learning about the "hard" thanks.  The ones that you don't want to say, but do anyway.  It's not an easy lesson, but...
 
I think it will be worth it.


Tuesday, November 6, 2012

An early Christmas gift

A couple of weeks ago, my sister and I had our long-belated birthday lunch together.  We both have July birthdays, but due to schedules and unexpected events, we hadn't been able to find a time that worked for us.

After we exchanged our birthday gifts, my sister announced that she had my Christmas gift in the basement.  At this point, I was thinking, "What?"  It's not like we don't see each other on holidays.
 
This was my gift... two chairs that belonged to my grandma.

 
My grandmother lived with us until I was ten years old, and I remember her having these chairs.  I know there was at least one more, so I'm thinking that they were dining room chairs.  I believe they originally belonged to my great-great aunt, known in the family as "Nana Taylor".  Nana took in my grandmother after her mother had died, when her stepmother apparently didn't like her.  Can't understand that, my grandmother was a sweetheart!
 
These chairs ended up with one of my aunts.  When my grandmother moved to a nursing home, there was a bit of a "family feud" at the time over her possessions.  My dad just threw up his hands and said he didn't want anything, so my sister and I only had a few small items that belonged to her.  My aunt recently went into an Alzheimer's home, and these chairs were left after the estate sale.  My sister knew that I liked them, and got them from my cousin.
 


I'm pretty sure that the needlepoint was done by Nana Taylor.  She owned a needlework and stitchery shop in Tacoma, Washington.
 

 
The design on this chair was done in pettipoint.  I can only imagine how long that took!  Maybe that's why the other chair was done in regular needlepoint!
 
I'm thrilled to have these family heirlooms!