A Special Visit

It's been a tad crazy here at the Ponderosa. I pray you all had a great Thanksgiving and time of fellowship with family and friends. We certainly did.

 The day after Thanksgiving we traveled a couple of hours away and went to see my grandfather, the kids' great-grandfather. He was admitted to hospice as he had internal bleeding and his body was shutting down. I don't know about you, but this grandfather was one of those who everyone loved. I am so thankful we were able to see him a few days ago and he recognized the kids and they were able to say goodbye. We received word this morning that he passed away peacefully without pain. He will be sorely missed.

(These pictures were taken in January of 2011)

On another note, our big "Hoss" is scheduled to come home for his first home visit this Christmas. He will also be turning 16 at that time. We look forward to making lots of new memories. But I would ask that you please be praying, dear friends, for a peaceful time. Please pray for my emotions. I am fighting anxiety right now, but consciously keep going back to God's Word, His promises and aiming my heart to the cross. 

My thought for each day: "Lord, help me not to live in fear of the possible dangers, but in true peace and joy knowing You are in complete control."

A Special Visit

On Monday, the four kids and I were able to visit a very special person.

My Grandpa, their Great-Grandpa.

We had a delightful time we had!

Great Grandpa Rootbeer

Let me introduce you to a very special man. Rupert Martin Stebbins, Sr., hence the name, Great Grandpa Rootbeer..for all I ever remember him drinking was root beer pop.

My grandfather is one of those grandpas who has etched so many wonderful memories in my heart and mind. He is still alive and now, my own children, have their memories...

~ that squeaky kiss, the noise enters your ears and travels all the way to your toes.

~ real maple syrup being given to us on a tablespoon, just like candy.

~ wonderful stories of his air force days, stories from yester-year, stories from a day when life was much different- harder but better.

~ Although my precious young ones are adopted, they have never questioned whether Great Grandpa Rupert was their own. He embraced them just like all the other grandchildren. This has meant so much to me.

~ Climbing up in that beautiful orange tree and savoring those delicious oranges..yum.

Grandpa, You have given me such great memories of family time. You are loved by so many who are honored to call you family. Although you find yourself under the weather, always know that there are so many who are praying for you.

I wish all mankind had a grandfather like you.

I miss you and love you.