Once upon a time, some forty plus years ago, I bought a walker. We lived in South America, in Peru to be specific. The high altitude made it a cold climate. I had my baby girls and could not let them crawl on the floor–that was too cold. They were either in a playpen or in a walker. A basket did good the first few months.
This is one of my favorite pictures of my first-born. She is now safe and sound in the arms of Jesus. What a comfort to know that there is a safe place where no harm can befall us. Do you have the hope of eternal life? Are you looking forward to eternity or does the thought of the after-life unsettle you?
Jesus Christ has opened the way for us to God’s Heaven. He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No one comes to the Father but through Him. If you are uncertain about these matters, please leave me a comment and I’ll get back to you. Nothing is more important than to have the certainty of spending eternity with Jesus.
That’s where the girl in the basket is!
This girl had a younger sister. She’s the reason for the story today. A week ago she told me there was a present on the way. My birthday is still a week away but she wanted me to start enjoying my present. It was exciting to wait for it to arrive!
Thursday evening it came. It was a big box. What had my dear daughter decided to give me?
It was a big package the UPS man left at my door. Speaking of UPS and any company that delivers packages these days, I hate the way they do it. Years ago they used to wait for you to answer the door, and if not, they would leave you a note so you could go pick up the package. Not today! They just leave it at the door. Anybody can pick it up. I’m glad I was home!
We now have reversed roles! When I got her the walker, way back in Peru, I could not in my wildest imagination think that one day she would get me a walker. That was my present!
That seems to be life’s cycle. We bring a child to the world and care for it with all our love. Hopefully, when our strength is diminishing, that child will be able to care for us. That is very much the custom in South America. I hope I don’t have to spend my last days in an institution. This walker represents an act of love.
I don’t have the girl in the basket. But I have her sister. And I have my grandchildren. Brianna, my BFF, called the other day to make plans for my birthday. She asked about my favorite colors so she can decorate the room. I sure hope I can go see them all, but if Old Man Winter sticks around we’ll just have to talk on the phone.
As I’m writing, the girl who is planning for my birth day called and wanted to talk long! I had her guessing what my present was. When I gave her the clue of a W, she guessed wagon. I can just picture myself being wheeled around in a wagon! Wheelchair, wagon, walker–they all start with a W.
W is also for weekend! May you have a blessed weekend. Remember the lady who lived to be 107? She started each day with a happy heart. That’s a good secret to keep in mind.