Being a grandpa is AWESOME! There is something unique about how a grandchild can melt your heart and how a grandpa can make a grandchild scream with joy. This past weekend I experienced both.
Jerrea' and I met our daughters in St.George this past weekend to spend some time together. My highlight was going swimming at the condo pool. Jackson (4) and Hattie (3) plunged into the one foot deep water on the kiddie end of the pool (Hattie actually just plunged her feet, at first.). Soon I was doing the "grandpa" thing - pretending to be a shark or whale. Soon Jackson said: "Hey Grandpa, you are a Grandpa-Fish. Hattie watch out for the Grandpa-fish, he will get you!" Of course, part of the fun was to let Grandpa-Fish actually catch you and gobble you up. We exhausted ourselves in the simple joy of playing the Grandpa-Fish game - grandpa and his two grandkids.
Memories created with those you care about can be the sunshine in a rainy day, the warmth of a hug when you feel lonely, and the meaning you seek in a seemingly pointless existence. Both creating the memory, and reliving the memory can provide a renewable source of happiness.
We are all busy. We have our agendas. We really don't want to be troubled or stretched outside our comfort zone. But we will at times receive whispering impressions like: "Paul, you should really put down your book and get your swimsuit on and go swim with the grandkids." There are precious rewards for following these whisperings.
Though grandpa-hood is great, you can be the Daddy-Fish, Uncle-Fish, Big Brother-Fish, or Whoever-Fish that someone else needs. Make a smile, make a memory.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Modern Day Superwoman
As I reflected on a Facebook post to my sister, Cathy Chamberlain Gilmore, wishing her a happy birthday, I caught myself being awestruck by the great woman she has become. Even a modern day Superwoman.
In honoring my sister I don't cast any dishonor on her husband Ed. As partners they have created a wonderful family and because of Ed's dedication to his wife and family Cathy has been able to blossom into who she is.
I don't think a week goes by in the Gilmore household when the oven is not producing the aroma of baked goodness. Though Cathy occasionally will sell her coveted cakes, I have noted that she shares her tasty cakes, pies, breads with her family, friends and neighbors. Moving into Cathy's neighborhood, I imagine, one would feel they have arrived in bakers heaven.
Cathy is strong - in spirit, in physical capacity, and emotionally. I have seen her work, I have seen her run. Her spiritual keenness is evident as she constantly seeks to help, give aid, and comfort others - at trait she inherited from our maternal Grandmother, Dorothy Clark. In the tribulations of everyday life her emotional toughness enables her to mother her four happy and beautiful daughters.
If you have met Cathy and Ed's daughters you will note that they are always happy, friendly and smiling. What great legacy of attributes to leave with your children. Though I should credit Ed for their sensor of humor.
Of particular note is the happy demeanor and exploding smile that you will find on their daughter, Jane. No doubt Cathy's motherly love and care are combined with Jane's innate goodness and happiness that plant this permanent grin on this beautiful special girl. It is evidence of how motherly care can inscribe traits and characteristics on the souls of children. Cathy is writing a great history through the lives of her own children.
Speaking of writing, Cathy is accomplished at knowing how words should flow on paper. She is a capable writer and capable of fixing other's writings, including my own. This, coupled with her self-taught design skills has made in her a very creative marketing professional. She uses these skills to work to provide additional means to support the needs of a young growing family.
How she does it all I can't fathom. But what I think makes Cathy a modern day Superwoman is that she doesn't know she is. She readily acknowledges her own weakness. And though I don't know the inner chambers of her heart, I would guess there are times she despairs, like many of us, for not living up to some unrealistic, imaginary, perfect model of a person she strives to be. That type of humility is that I think she possesses - when it doesn't dwell on despair, but causes us to rely on God to pick us up and help us be just a bit better the next day.
To my Superwoman sister, thanks for your example, for your service in behalf of all of us, particularly for the delectable treats you always share with us, and for kindly reminding us through example and word what is most important in life. Happy Birthday.
In honoring my sister I don't cast any dishonor on her husband Ed. As partners they have created a wonderful family and because of Ed's dedication to his wife and family Cathy has been able to blossom into who she is.
I don't think a week goes by in the Gilmore household when the oven is not producing the aroma of baked goodness. Though Cathy occasionally will sell her coveted cakes, I have noted that she shares her tasty cakes, pies, breads with her family, friends and neighbors. Moving into Cathy's neighborhood, I imagine, one would feel they have arrived in bakers heaven.
Cathy is strong - in spirit, in physical capacity, and emotionally. I have seen her work, I have seen her run. Her spiritual keenness is evident as she constantly seeks to help, give aid, and comfort others - at trait she inherited from our maternal Grandmother, Dorothy Clark. In the tribulations of everyday life her emotional toughness enables her to mother her four happy and beautiful daughters.
If you have met Cathy and Ed's daughters you will note that they are always happy, friendly and smiling. What great legacy of attributes to leave with your children. Though I should credit Ed for their sensor of humor.
Of particular note is the happy demeanor and exploding smile that you will find on their daughter, Jane. No doubt Cathy's motherly love and care are combined with Jane's innate goodness and happiness that plant this permanent grin on this beautiful special girl. It is evidence of how motherly care can inscribe traits and characteristics on the souls of children. Cathy is writing a great history through the lives of her own children.
Speaking of writing, Cathy is accomplished at knowing how words should flow on paper. She is a capable writer and capable of fixing other's writings, including my own. This, coupled with her self-taught design skills has made in her a very creative marketing professional. She uses these skills to work to provide additional means to support the needs of a young growing family.
How she does it all I can't fathom. But what I think makes Cathy a modern day Superwoman is that she doesn't know she is. She readily acknowledges her own weakness. And though I don't know the inner chambers of her heart, I would guess there are times she despairs, like many of us, for not living up to some unrealistic, imaginary, perfect model of a person she strives to be. That type of humility is that I think she possesses - when it doesn't dwell on despair, but causes us to rely on God to pick us up and help us be just a bit better the next day.
To my Superwoman sister, thanks for your example, for your service in behalf of all of us, particularly for the delectable treats you always share with us, and for kindly reminding us through example and word what is most important in life. Happy Birthday.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Why Does God Not Heal Everyone?
Today I attended the funeral of Tammy Parry. Her husband Mark worked for me for several years. Over those year I had an opportunity to meet and be with Tammy several times. Each time I was touched by her kindness, sweet spirit, intriguing and genuine interest, and happy, positive demeanor. I was equally touched by Mark's tenderness toward Tammy as he gently and patiently cared for her.
We attend funerals for many reasons: to remember and honor a loved one, to express love and support a friend or family member, because we feel obligated, and sometimes we are drawn there. We can leave a funeral with a broad range of feelings ranging from deep sadness, regret, gratitude, perspective, love, awe, and sometimes a whole new outlook on life. Today I have a whole new outlook on life!
After giving birth to her first and only child, Josh, in her early twenties, Tammy was left with a body racked with a range of ailments of which I still don't fully know and still can't comprehend, but which included near blindness, deteriorating physical weakness, and seizures. At the onset of this sudden illness the Lord and Tammy had the choice to continue on in her severely limited state or to return home to God. To the blessing of so many they chose to endure. And thus continued 33 more years of what I will call the life of an Angel.
Oh Jesus I have read of all thy miracles performed.
Healing the lame, raising the dead, causing the blind to see.
If Thou who created heaven and earth can even calm the storm.
Oh why not Lord heal me, oh Lord, why not me?
Though Tammy may have never asked this question, so many of us cry out a questioning plea of "why me?" Or, "if you can perform miracles, oh why not me?"
I learned today the those with seemingly less can often do so much more than us who appear to have it all. Tammy did more with less than I in as many years, even in all of my abundance. I learned today that God may not heal a body so that he can save a soul - even many souls. I learned that God loves us enough to give us weakness so we can be strong through Christ's Atonement. I learned that a physically feeble and weak mother can raise the strongest son. I realize that some of God's choicest and strongest spirits are housed in the weakest of bodies. I have witnessed how any who will allow it, can be changed for the better by knowing someone like Tammy Parry.
I know just as in the days of Jesus that God allows people like Tammy to suffer and endure so "that the works of God should be manifest." Isn't it amazing that as Tammy suffered and endured she was made more like God and that those who served her and whom were served by her also gained God-like attributes. Isn't that really what God's "work and glory" are; to bring us home changed so we can live His life forever?
Thanks be to God, who in his wisdom allows weakness of some form to exist in all of us, that in our weakness we can turn to Him for His grace and mercy. And though many of us may never be healed of our weakness in this life, through the process of enduring and striving to overcome, we become like Him. And ironically we are often even carried along on the coattails of even the weakest. Such was the case with Tammy Parry.
Thank you God and thank you Tammy for choosing to stay and endure 33 years. Though you were not blessed with the miracle of a physical healing we were all blessed with the miracle of your life. How you have blessed us - even me - who only had the pleasure of your company a handful of times and was most privileged to attend your inspiring funeral!
We attend funerals for many reasons: to remember and honor a loved one, to express love and support a friend or family member, because we feel obligated, and sometimes we are drawn there. We can leave a funeral with a broad range of feelings ranging from deep sadness, regret, gratitude, perspective, love, awe, and sometimes a whole new outlook on life. Today I have a whole new outlook on life!
After giving birth to her first and only child, Josh, in her early twenties, Tammy was left with a body racked with a range of ailments of which I still don't fully know and still can't comprehend, but which included near blindness, deteriorating physical weakness, and seizures. At the onset of this sudden illness the Lord and Tammy had the choice to continue on in her severely limited state or to return home to God. To the blessing of so many they chose to endure. And thus continued 33 more years of what I will call the life of an Angel.
Oh Jesus I have read of all thy miracles performed.
Healing the lame, raising the dead, causing the blind to see.
If Thou who created heaven and earth can even calm the storm.
Oh why not Lord heal me, oh Lord, why not me?
Though Tammy may have never asked this question, so many of us cry out a questioning plea of "why me?" Or, "if you can perform miracles, oh why not me?"
I learned today the those with seemingly less can often do so much more than us who appear to have it all. Tammy did more with less than I in as many years, even in all of my abundance. I learned today that God may not heal a body so that he can save a soul - even many souls. I learned that God loves us enough to give us weakness so we can be strong through Christ's Atonement. I learned that a physically feeble and weak mother can raise the strongest son. I realize that some of God's choicest and strongest spirits are housed in the weakest of bodies. I have witnessed how any who will allow it, can be changed for the better by knowing someone like Tammy Parry.
I know just as in the days of Jesus that God allows people like Tammy to suffer and endure so "that the works of God should be manifest." Isn't it amazing that as Tammy suffered and endured she was made more like God and that those who served her and whom were served by her also gained God-like attributes. Isn't that really what God's "work and glory" are; to bring us home changed so we can live His life forever?
Thanks be to God, who in his wisdom allows weakness of some form to exist in all of us, that in our weakness we can turn to Him for His grace and mercy. And though many of us may never be healed of our weakness in this life, through the process of enduring and striving to overcome, we become like Him. And ironically we are often even carried along on the coattails of even the weakest. Such was the case with Tammy Parry.
Thank you God and thank you Tammy for choosing to stay and endure 33 years. Though you were not blessed with the miracle of a physical healing we were all blessed with the miracle of your life. How you have blessed us - even me - who only had the pleasure of your company a handful of times and was most privileged to attend your inspiring funeral!
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