Celebrations and Tears

The next few days are filled with celebrating the 11th birthday of my youngest child, the 22nd birthday of my oldest and the 81st of my Father.

The first part of this week was spent visiting with my in-laws.   For years it was Ron and Susan and  "the girls".   Then our home was filled with "the boys".  Because of my girls' schedules, this family trip was the first of many I'm sure, that just included our boys. 

It was a special time for them as their Granddad and father took them around town and showed them houses lived in, streets played on, and ended with grave sites of those gone before.   As I stood around the graves of people whose lives meant so much to so many... life felt so important and unimportant at the same time.

Weeks like this seem to portray the theme of my life....

Celebrating the oldest and the youngest...

Loud and quiet...

Creative and simple...

People person and loner...

Laughter and tears...

Feasting and famine...

Love and hate...

Grace and judgement...

Healing and pain...

Support and aloneness...

Successes and disappointments...

Whole and broken.


Life is hard.  The life of a Christian is hard.

We just celebrated Easter last week... what a great example of

pain, sacrifice, death and victory all wrapped up together for us to remember and celebrate.

 My kids got to hear their grandmother play the piano at the assisted living home that she now lives at because of the disease that has attacked her mind.    As I watched her play with perfection the songs she had spent years playing in church for others,  I wondered why...

I cried as we drove away that day.

I cried that she doesn't know my husband was her baby boy.

I cried that she isn't able to enjoy the grandchildren that she helped me take care of as infants coming home from the hospital.

I cried because her husband is home alone after 54 years of marriage.

I cried because life is hard.

I cried for myself and decisions I am facing that don't seem fair.

I'm trying to see life through eternal eyes and determine those things that are worth fighting for and those that aren't.

I don't have time to spend on things that seem important in this life, but in the end when people are standing around my grave really aren't.

Sorry if this is a downer to you... of course as we tend to do, the only pics to post are of the smiles, not the tears.

So be assured my friend lest you think you're the only one standing in life caught between the two extremes...

"Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning".  Psalms 30:5


  • Susan

    Great to hear from you Bobbie! Yes, so glad that even in things that are hard…God is with us! We remember the times with you as well with joy! Fun times!!
    Praying God shows Himself strong on your behalf!

  • Bobbie Robinson


    WOW! It amazes me that God knows what you need when you need it! I have been faced with a week of decisions. A week of tears and laughter. As I struggle with an upcoming decision I came across your post. (something I tend to do since the girls accident if for no other reason than to see how you and Ronnie are doing.) Your words and others have brought food for thought and while I am working towards making the best decision I can for me. I need to know that no matter it is in Gods hand and OHHHH that Joy that comes in the morning! Thank you for sharing you heart on here. Your words and insight have helped me more than you will ever know. I think of you guys often and it always brings a smile to my face.

  • Susan

    Thanks Byron! I appreciate the encouragement to share. This one I questioned putting online…thought it might be too raw and just need to be tucked away. But I agree with you and chose to put it out there for the very reason you mentioned…unity in that we all experience life. The good parts and the bad.
    Blessings to you and your beautiful family!

  • Byron Sleepe

    Susan, thank you for sharing these moments of your life. Thank you for being REAL! It truly is beautiful that you let us share in this snapshot of your world. So many aren’t willing to share their uncomfortable times with others. This is part of the human experience, meant to be shared. We identify with each other in all sorts of situations along the journey of life. I believe our loving Father smiles when we display this kind of honesty with each other. It brings a unity among us.

  • Susan

    Thanks so much Lisa! I know you can relate. Blessings to you and your family!

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