CONSTANTS

Webster's defines my noun usage of "constant" as "a situation or state of affairs that do not change".  Obviously as in most of my blog posts, I've had this on my mind lately.

Every time The Grandbaby comes to visit, you can be sure she will say immediately:

1.  Pway Pway Doh?   (Freshly made play doh with vintage cookie cutters.)

2.  Peppa Pig socks?  (I have them here and they have the rubber grippers on bottom.)

3.  Water?  (She only drinks meelk and water.  Imagine.)

4.  And of course, "Poppa"?  (Do you doubt it?  One of her best buddies for sure.)

As I was headed to Sunday School yesterday, my stomach began to hurt pretty badly.  Of course, with the slight pain in my lower right quadrant along with this pain, my thoughts went to the dreaded faulty intestines that I own and I began praying that this would not turn into yet another hospital event.  After the Sunday School assembly, I headed back home for some medicine then went back to church.  By the end of church I wasn't feeling so perky, but you regular blog readers know that my tolerance for pain is VERY high.  I did spent the afternoon in the recliner in pajamas, paying attention lest I would need the ER.  Thankfully for my pocketbook and my time, I did not.  The popular question is if I still have my appendix.  I do.  Of my dozen plus surgeries and after the one that was practical to take my appendix, the doctor said he did not take it.  His reason was that I had "one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel" and he had to be in and out very fast.  I actually thought that was a pretty good reason.  This morning finds me somewhat better in case you wondered.  It could have even been a dreaded kidney stone.  So many options.   Unfortunately, my ailments will remain constants.  

After church before we headed home, The Husband and I attended a funeral home visitation for a sweet mother who had become widowed at an early age in her marriage and left with three young children.  That was years ago and those young children are not so young anymore.  What a successful mother she was!  I had always remembered her son who had been in the teenage Sunday School class I taught....yes, when I was young.  That tells you how long ago that was.  He is now in his mid-40's.  I can't tell you the blessing I received as we talked there and he proudly introduced me to his family.  I was so happy to see his success as a family man and in his career.  I remembered him as one who was always happy and while I tried to never have "pets" in my classes, he always made my heart soft and mushy just for being the young man he was.  I got the idea that after growing up and making a life, that young man as I knew him was still there.   A constant.  Yes, I was blessed.  

I began to think about other things that were "constants" in my own life.  I have a husband who loves me and cares for me, especially with my faulty intestine moments and all those other hard physical ailment moments.  I have a daughter, son-in-law, and grand baby who give me joy ongoing.  I am blessed with an extended family, a church family, and friends.  

The most wonderful constant in my life, though, remains my love for and relationship with my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  Golly, where would I be without HIM?  He provides everything I need just in the nick of time and I am assured that He will continue to do so.  He allows the sun to rise each morning and set each night.  He gives me comfort when I'm sad and give me peace when I am fearful.  Most of all, He loves me in spite of my faults and so many failures.  Yes, HE is my true constant above all the others.  He NEVER changes!

It seems that each blog post lately is filled with gratitude.  This one is no exception.  For all the blessings, I say "thanks" a million times over and over again.  And then some more.

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