Dreams come true. Psalm 128 says “May you live to see your children’s children.”
I celebrated being sixty five recently. Brendan and I celebrated being married for forty five years on Saturday. Our children wanted to mark the event. They reassured me they would do the catering and make it a hastle free day for us. They wanted to hold the event in our home.
The first of the family arrived on Thursday night from Slovakia. Aaron and his daughter Sara Joye wanted to be here to see other family and cousins. Mary and Hannah arrived on Friday night. Brendan took me on a mystery tour to a secret destination to avoid the stress of getting the house ready for visitors. What a lovely surprise! Brendan is romantic.
We returned next day refreshed ready to receive visitors and family. Twenty seven of my immediate family gathered for the day. Friends and extended family dropped in on Saturday afternoon.
The fog lifted, the ferry sailed, the sun shone, the range got fixed, vehicles parked at the side of the house, roses blooming, tea and coffee brewing, sandwiches tempting, candles burning, tea cups clinking, adults embracing, chit chat buzzing and children darting. Love was in the air.
Suddenly I remembered a dream a friend sent me over ten years ago. She saw Brendan and I in a house on an elevated site overlooking the sea. We were in an open plan living room with all our children and grandchildren around us. Last Saturday I was in the dream. The dreams have come to pass.
God gives dreams about the future to give us hope. God is faithful. He fulfilled those dreams. We were gathered with our children and grandchildren to celebrate forty five years of marriage. We made it to celebrate forty five years together despite many trials, temptations and cancer. Our children were delighted for Brendan and I. They were overjoyed to be with us, especially since I’m staying alive after cancer six years ago.
It was a special joy filled day. I remain alive to see my children’s children and see dreams come true.
It is very hot today.
I am reminded of summer days walking to school.
I lived in the country.
I walked three miles to school.
I passed houses, lanes, hedgerows and fields.
Some fields had black and white cows grazing.
All my surroundings looked big to a small girl as I rushed to get there on time.
For the first half of the journey I walked alone.
Other children would join me as I got nearer the school.
My return from school was more leisurely.
On the hot days the tar blistered on the road surface.
My fingers tips turned black as I burst the bubbles.
At a crossroads a single lady lived.
She was grey haired but remained the same age to me.
She would speak to me as I passed.
I remember a lilac bush that blossomed in her garden in May.
It always was in full bloom on my birthday.
I loved the smell of the lilac, cone shaped flowers.
She would cut off a few branches to give to my mother.
Further along beside a bridge over a small river was a gooseberry bush.
I would always check to see if there was any fruit on the thorny branches.
I picked the bitter goose “gabs” as we called them, before the birds finished them off.
Over the hill lived a family with four children.
I met one of those children recently and she said she always remembered me smiling.
I had no cares in the world then.
Just past their house was a short lane with a house at the end of it.
I never met who lived there but I remember the flowers in the garden.
It was ablaze with colour; yellow, pale pinks, dark pinks, plum, blue and white, and purple.
The lupin flowers stood tall outlined against the sky.
This is my favourite childhood memory.
Down through the years I had not seen such a display.
I tried unsuccessfully to grow some lupins in my garden.
The green fly ate the unfurling flowers.
My husband planted a lilac tree for me at my last home. It did grow.
I was visiting with my daughter and family in the Wicklow hills this week.
It was our 43rd wedding anniversary.
At the bottom of her garden is an abundance of lupins of all colours growing tall and beautiful.
I noticed little red insects, with black dots on the flowers.
They are called lady birds.
I remember picking them in my palm to inspect them as a child.
Aha I thought.
These little insects eat greenfly!
That is why my daughter’s lupins are not wasted away with greenfly.
My daughter lives in the heart of the Wicklow hills away from farms that are sprayed with insecticide.
These little lady birds survive in the habitat there.
I was able to relive a childhood memory on my 43rd wedding anniversary in my daughter’s garden.
The in between years have had their sorrows.
Isaiah 51 v 11 says,
“Therefore the redeemed of The Lord shall return and come singing unto Zion,
and everlasting joy shall be upon their head.
I am being healed and restored by God.
Fifty years, on I am reminded of my walk to school on happy, sunny days.
Thank you for the opportunity to publish some of our family photos. My husband is a great photographer. He has recorded many events over the years. He has progressed from a camera that developed its own photo, back in 1971, till today he has the best in digital.
Here are a few family photos.
This photo was taken at my sixtieth birthday and our fortieth wedding anniversary gathering back in 2011. I was one year healed of cancer.
I am reminded of the scripture,
Then our sons in their youth will be like well-nurtured plants, and our daughters will be like pillars carved to adorn a palace. (Psalm 144:12 NIV)
A taxi driver asked my husband one time, “How many sons have you.”He replyed “Eight.” The man said “You will go straight to heaven because it must be hell on earth.” But it hasn’t been hell. We have to live together in peace and love. We are quick to forgive and not hold a grudge.
This photo was taken in Slovakia, back in 2009, on a skiiing trip. People ask “How do you do it. A skiing trip for all of you must cost the earth. only the rich go skiing.”. With the help of Ryanair and my son finding a cabin that fitted all of us we got there.
This photo includes my sons and daughters in law and our nine grandchildren. Three more have been born since then. Our tribe is increasing.
We are blessed by God with our children. We believe the promise in Psalm 127 v 3 that children are a heritage from The Lord the fruit of the womb a reward.