January 15, 2018 – Siblings
I have often felt sorry for those individuals that were raised without the advantage of having brothers and/or sisters. Even though there are times when we are young that we sometimes feel like we want to be an only child, which is entirely normal, in the end we are thankful for our siblings.
I was blessed with an older sister, a younger sister, a younger half sister and a younger half brother. Even though there were times we didn’t get along, as we got older we became more respectful of each other. We spent many years apart, not knowing for sure where the other ones were, but once we reconnected, we stayed reconnected. Sadly we lost my older sister last year.
My littlest sister was murdered in the 1980’s, her killer has never been found. I didn’t have a chance to get to know her very well because she was so little when I left home and mom and papa moved away. My little brother lives in another state. He was a baby when I left and I didn’t get to see him until many years later, when he was a grown man with a family of his own.
My little sister lives 10 miles from me and you would think that wasn’t a great distance, but to us, right now it is. She doesn’t have a vehicle, has to borrow a friends truck that is hard for her drive whenever she needs to come to town. We are praying for a car for her this year. Our vehicle isn’t taken out of town because it needs some repairs and if we broke down, we couldn’t afford a tow and there is no-one to come and get us. Another concern we are praying about.
Today is my little sisters birthday. She turned 61, whoo-hoo. She is one of the brightest lights in my world. She is the original hippie, has been since about 7th grade and I love it. Her friends tease her about looking at life through her “rose colored” glasses, but I love the fact that she is always positive, always happy and always looking for the good in life. Happy Birthday sis.
Today I am thankful for my siblings and especially my little sis and my little brother, the only two I have left.
Philippians 4: 1 Therefore, my brothers and sisters, you whom I love and long for, my joy and crown, stand firm in the Lord in this way, dear friends!
January 16, 2018 – Big Bertha
When my step-father talked my mom into moving to Cleveland, they went out and bought a station wagon. This thing was a monster, like a Sherman tank, heavy duty and heavy metal. My mom named her “Big Bertha” and she ran forever. Not only did she get us from Pueblo to Cleveland without a hitch, but she lasted until she was traded in a few years later. I think it was an Oldsmobile or a Buick but I’m not to sure. Old Bertha just kept right on chugging along until we didn’t need her anymore.
I had a few cars in my young adult life, an old Nash Rambler, that needed water put in the radiator every time you drove her. I used to carry gallon jugs of water in the back seat. I had a 1966 Ford Galaxy that would have lasted a long time if my stepfather hadn’t wrecked it one day.
For months I drove another Ford around town, in the dead of winter without a hood. A gas station attendant had not latched it right and it blew off on the highway. It was funny to pull up next to the police, they would just look over at me, laugh and go on their way, never pulled me over or gave me a ticket. I still laugh when I think of it.
There have been a few other cars along the way, each one lasting until I had no use for them, and a very few who broke down before I was finished with them, but I always seemed to find a way to get where I needed to go, I’m sure God was involved in it.
The Grey Ghost died a few years ago. She was my white jeep, but we ran her to death, yet after she was gone two things happened. We started walking everywhere we needed to go except the store and we lost weight and became healthier. My little sis got the joy of helping us out when store runs were needed and you could see on her face that she was excited she could do this for us.
The Isuzu needs a few repairs, but she starts every time. This last week, when the temps went down so low, I worried that I would go out there and she wouldn’t start. The locks froze up, but that was a simple fix and even when the windchill was well below zero, she always started right up.
These are the “Big Bertha’s” I’ve had in my life. I’m sure there might be one or more down the road. Today I am thankful for all the “Big Bertha’s” that the Lord has sent my way to get me where I need to go.