I sat beside Katy and several times she squeezed my hand to let me know she was loving every bit of it. When we had a time of sharing, she thanked everyone for praying for her, and when we sang, she signed a couple of songs (she learned sign language during her two years at the school for the Deaf and the Blind). Our praise and worship as a family was rich in appreciation for God and His mercy, and for each other. It is rare to have three generations celebrating together, all professing Christ as Savior and Lord. It gives us a bond that is precious and rare in these days.
I was thinking about Katy and the fact that it has now been over a month that she has been able to enjoy a meal. She still smells food and comments on how wonderful it smells. She still tries to take some into her mouth and enjoy it without pain, but it is a struggle. So while we were eating the wonderful lunch provided by our family, Katy was resting and conserving her energy for praise and worship. “Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness for they will be filled.” Matthew 5:6. It was a great day.
Katy will try to write tomorrow and has a picture to post. God is good to every generation. Happy Birthday, Grandaddy.