Smoke Signals

Do you ever look back on your life at a time when your heart was broken and you were so sure things would never be right again? You may have cried out and asked, “Why?” Then, as time passed, you realized it was all a part of God’s plan for your life. It is hard to see what is best for us when we are in the midst of darkness. God sees our future and knows what we need even when we don’t.

My great-grandson is doing so well. He came home earlier than expected, and his brothers were able to return home Thursday. They were so happy to see each other. Hayes told the surgeon he wanted to do that again because he had “fun.” We are grateful he does not remember the days that were not so much fun. He has begun to gain a bit of weight even with 11 teeth missing. He is not completely out of the woods, as he must return to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital in November for further genetic testing. Both of the other boys will also face genetic testing as a precaution. Prayers for all of them and their parents would be appreciated as they navigate the days ahead.

Apparently, the hurricane did substantial damage when it came ashore. Thoughts and prayers go out to all those in its path. We did not receive the unwanted storms or badly needed rain. My brother said it drizzled here for an hour or so, but I never saw it. I had planned to mow the grass one last time Friday, but after a quick trip to the warehouse for my daughter, I began to feel really bad and was only able to go to bed. I told my handyman he could mow it, but when he went out to do so, he found a flat tire with not a useful tire pump to be found. It is finally being cut today. This should be the final cut of the season, and I am a bit disappointed not to be able to make the final cut myself. That may sound strange, but the one thing I have been able to do for the last several years was mow my own grass most of the time.

Both of my porches and the ramp have been pressure-washed and sealed once again. The wood was so thirsty, it soaked up the sealer quickly. It truly could use another coat, but that is not likely to happen.

I have one hummingbird left that I am still seeing daily. He sits and watches me from his favorite perch. I assume when he feels strong enough to make the journey, he too will fly away.

Our county lost another kind soul this week. Mable Cothern of the Mount Pleasant community died at age 93. She and I worked together at Carrier for many years. I never heard an unkind word said about her in all the years she was there.

I would love to report your news. You can reach me by call or text at 901-246-8843 or by email at jchwagg@gmail.com.