Saturday, April 30, 2011

Details, Details

During the week, while Qavah was recuperating and getting over her cold, I spent time getting the details nailed down for the trip to Cincinnati Children's Hospital. Qavah and I will be leaving Roanoke May 11 and flying to Cincinnati for her appointments.  Although this is a regular yearly check up, I feel a sense of anticipation, hoping that a possible bone marrow donor will be found.  That would at least give us an option, although we would still have to make the big decision.   Prayers prayed for Qavah by some of the mothers we met at NIH Children's Inn last year are coming back to mind.  One of them prayed, "Let them know for sure about this possible transplant, send them two possible donors and not just one!" 

We are considering several places around the yard for Qavah's small garden.  Paul is outdoors today working on our yard, and getting rid of brush and pesky vines.  When a suitable place is found for a garden plot, we will start digging, and Qavah can start planting.  I wonder if she knows how much work is involved in tending a garden.  It will be a good exercise in taking responsibility, and hopefully she will learn the greater life lessons of sowing and reaping.   Planting a garden is a good time to teach her to be careful what we plant.  Good or bad, it all comes back at harvest time in greater quantity. 

We wish you and yours a very restful Sabbath, and I will close with the lyrics of a song I remember from childhood about the laws of sowing and reaping. 


                Bringing in the Sheaves 
           written by Knowles Shaw 1874

Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness,
Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve;
Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
Refrain

Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves,
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves,

Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows,
Fearing neither clouds nor winter’s chilling breeze;
By and by the harvest, and the labor ended,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
Refrain

Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master,
Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves;
When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
Refrain

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