Tonight I am tired and really don't feel I have much in me to write, but I WILL blog this day #3...
Tonight I reflect on my parents--who have sacrificed their entire lives...
They sacrificed in order to raise five children. They could have decided that kids cost too much money.
They sacrificed to invest in some foster children--and any friends their children had who needed a place to stay.
They sacrificed when they were young and had their first couple of kids, and my dad had such huge health issues that--I'm sure--it cost them everything they had and more to get him diagnosed properly.
They sacrificed to coach their five kids in t-ball and little league and to drive us all back-and-forth to one game after another: baseball, basketball, band, football, wrestling, track, and various other school and church activities.
They sacrificed to stand apart from mainstream society and to expect proper morals from their children (not perfection, though)--even if it sometimes meant embarrassment on their kids' part when they had to confess, to apologize to a teacher, to take the consequences for actions that we wish we would have rather not confronted...
They sacrificed when they told some of us who were near adulthood (or already arrived) that we must live by their rules, while living under their roof, or find someplace else to live. Sometimes love is TOUGH!
They sacrificed when they explained to one child under age 18 that all people live under someone's authority--whether that is a parent's, a boss's, a teacher's, a principal's, or even God's--and that they would hand the authority over to a police officer if that juvenile refused to live by his parents' authority. I still remember being in the car, crying, and begging my brother to make the right choice. I didn't want to lose him.
They sacrificed when they discovered my dad had cancer in 1994 and was told he had four months to live. It has now been 19 years. Sometimes doctors don't know everything. He defied the odds--with medical treatment, nutritional supplements, and God's grace and provision.
They sacrificed when my dad was diagnosed two more times...and as he now fights his long, lingering battle with nonhodgkins lymphoma.
They sacrificed as my dad fought alcoholism and made choices that hurt himself and those he loved, as much as he hated that. They finally won the battle almost ten years ago, when he was freed from his addiction.
They sacrificed to remain married when it would have been so much easier to just walk away. Life can be so tough!
Next August 7 they will arrive on their 50-year journey of marriage...I contemplate what gift to give, what item would mean something to these two people who mean so much to me. Nothing can ever repay them for their sacrifice, their love, their support.
I am truly blessed.