Praying Without Words

It is rare when circumstances come your way and you don't even know what to pray.Ideally, when change is needed one prays for change.When responsibility is needed, one prays to be equipped with that.We always seem to be asking to be more loving and forgiving.
Matters of the heart are really simple,yet we often complicate them.Why can't everyone pull in the same direction and be on the same team.Share responsibility around the house,and financially and at least love others as much as we love ourselves.Balance.
At 61 new cars are no where close to as important as another's feelings.And if I have to choose I will choose people over things every time.We cry out to You Lord sometimes without words just trusting You to Know.

30

In a few days he will turn 30.For some reason 30 was my hardest birthday.The end of being young no doubt an adult now.I close my eyes and I see a chubby little fellow with curly hair.He got endless attention from Josh and Jessica.His Grandparents and Grandmother Hare and of course Mrs Hayes.Right after he started walking he was dribbling a basketball on our hardwood floors.Someone once asked me were I sent him for dribbling lessons.He watched the Pistol and he could do all of Pete Maraviches drills.He was magic on the court.He didn't learn to read until he was nine so he always worked extra hard and would have a 3.92 in college. 

No room here to mention all of the basketball awards but the word unbelievable always comes to mind.

There are some advantages to being the youngest. You have a sister who loves you so much and an older brother whose path you can follow. You are also the last one to leave home and with that you get more time with each parent.Jolene was worried I would have no one to play with when Justin left home. She was probably worried that she might have to take his place.

Even though they are all grown I will always think of them as my kids.From all of us HappyBirthday Little Fellow. Love You Dad

A Big Lap

We got our annual Kenworthy Photo Album and as usual Jessica did a magnificiant job.It is a synopsis of the places they have traveled and  a timeline for how much the kids have grown from one year to the next.They all like to travel and I know for sure that gene didn't come from me.

My great grandparents Dr John Lucius Garrard and Guthia Ferris Garrard raised 6 kids of there own before tragedy struck and their oldest daughter Elizabeth passed away.In their 60's they took in 7 grandkids without even thinking about it.We called them Big Mother and Big Daddy.Big Mother was the first person I knew with a lap big enough for that many kids.One of my fondest memories of Big Mother was sitting on a porch with 6 of my cousins as she cut slices of peaches for each of us.

My wife was next. We had 3 kids but wanted to help more.So we got into foster care for many years and away we went.I am now the same age that Big Daddy was when his 7 grandkids came to live with them.Big Daddy I am impressed!
My Grandmother, a beautiful woman,chose to remain single and help raise the kids.She too was part of the big lap club.
And lastly my daughter Jessica.With 5 kids she still yearns to help more kids.I shouldn't be surprised.She has had generations of living breathing examples to influence her over the years. I also like to think that they are all watching over us and perhaps even sending messages to our hearts