At least I know where I come from…..

Since I’m still a little confused about where I am…… at loose ends without 24/7 connection to email, Facebook and on-line bill pay….. discombobulated by my new role as caregiver…. I thought I’d reflect on something I know for sure.

September 21st was my last day on the job, but it was also my Dad’s 86th birthday.  And the day after that I headed to California to join my parents in celebration of their 65th wedding anniversary.

I love my parents romantic story.  Bob and Opal met while in high school in Seattle, Washington.  World War II raged.  Food rationing was in place.

Mom worked at the “sweet shop” after school.  Dad and his buddies came by and she served them ice cream.  Well, Dad got ice cream… the rest got ice milk.  She knew right away that he deserved the good stuff.

Dad was drafted and went to war.  Bob wrote to Opal.  Opal wrote to Bob.

He survived thru the Battle of the Bulge, unbearable weather conditions and months of recuperation and rehabilitation in an army hospital.  Their letters never stopped.

When Dad returned to Seattle, an army veteran with a Purple Heart, he was still too young to vote, too young to order an alcoholic beverage, and too young to marry without parental consent.  So… six days after his 21st birthday the marriage of Bob and Opal took place.

………………I am forever grateful……………..

Dad and me, just a few years back. Mom said our faces would stay this way, but they didn’t.

During my recent visit my sister and I hosted an open house for our parents.  Friends and church family filtered in and out all afternoon.  Then later, a family dinner.  And for the next several days cards and flowers and phone calls arrived in the home of Bob and Opal.  They are loved.

So how did they do it?  Stay together for so long?  So strong?  It was the hot topic of the day.

From a daughter’s perspective I can say this – –

Life was not perfect….  there were good times and bad for we live in a fallen and imperfect world.  But at the end of the day I knew where home was.  We gathered at the table for dinner.  God was thanked and honored, no matter what life brought our way. 

The standards and expectations for my life were consistent and honorable…. laid out clearly and modeled in the lives of my parents. 

But what stands out to me now and even way back then, is the deep love between them.  It is so captivating, so compelling that it spills over onto everyone their lives touch – – their children, friends, neighbors, co-workers, church family.

They made so secret that they loved me, were proud of me and glad I was their daughter.  What a gift.  

After the party Mom was disturbed – “I forgot to tell them Christ is the center of our home”.

Not to worry, Mom.  I think they all know that.  Because you just can’t keep something like that hidden.

“Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl.  Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.”  Matthew 5:15

4 thoughts on “At least I know where I come from…..

  1. Oh, I LOVE this post! I didn’t even know their story. So, sweet! I love the shot of you & your dad, what a moment to capture 🙂 I also love that she needed to point out Christ’s involvement in i all. So many times we can forget that. BUT, you’re right, it’s quite obvious that He was/is the center! Love them! Thanks for sharing 🙂

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  2. Beautiful, encouraging. We’re at 36 years of marriage, still a long way to go compared to 65. Wow! I love the photo of them, still young. And you and your dad – perfect! Continued blessings, to them and to you. Hang in there 🙂

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  3. That kind of love warms home and family not by what it does but by what it is. I had a great childhood… an only child, well loved and cared for… but my parents didn’t display what yours have. What a blessing to be part of that kind of family. We have friends who celebrated their 65th last spring and it was a huge celebration for everyone… family, friends, church and community. So many people spoke of how the couple had touched them. My DH and I have been married 52 years, so we still have a few to go before that milestone. My one hope is that our children and friends have known that Christ is the foundation of our home, our lives and our marriage. That’s where enduring love originates.

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