I did the laundry this morning while the girls packed their lunches and cleaned up the house. They helped me hang up the laundry on the lines after it was light enough to see. Before they were done, I noticed it was sprinkling and the eastern horizon was very red. Hmm, “red in the morning, sailors take warning.” I remember seeing in the paper on Saturday that it was predicted to rain today.
We’re having a typical Monday morning. After the four scholars headed out the door, I quickly gave the kitchen a last swipe through and decided I might as well go bring the laundry in and hang it under the porch roof. We’ve done that a lot this cool, rainy fall. My brain has been trying to grasp the fact that winter is on its way. I am rebelling furiously.
On one of those cool, fall days, Colleen was baptized in our church in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, and in front of the witnesses of our church family, some relatives, and friends. It was a small gathering, and so, so special.
The same day was the sixth anniversary of Mom’s passing, which caused tears because of the closeness my mom and Colleen shared. Mom’s sister Ida and her husband, Lee, and Mom’s brother Ervin and his wife, Clara, came to share in our joy, which meant so much to us. It was like a little bit of Mom was there. Colleen making the decision to be baptized in our church and becoming a member makes motherhood all worth it. Our children are the only things we can take with us to heaven, so we need to keep on keeping on, one day at a time, living for the Lord.