
The start of the seventh month, Tishri, and the beginning of the fall feasts.
My mother's sister, Merla, (the only living relative from that generation in our family tree) and her husband Bob, made a special overnight stop on their way from visiting their great grandchildren in Tucson back to their home in Colorado. We spend a delightful day together, stuffed ourselves silly with Mexican and then Chinese food, swapped stories from present and past, and swam a few laps in the pool at their motel. Aunt Mer, in her retirement years, has taken up researching the roots of our ancestors. She has a binder full of names and dates, charts and pictures. As quick as she settled in a chair at my home she was off and running with stories and dates and names and photos. And although I've sat and looked through folder with her before, I still enjoy listening to her tell the stories that she has collected.
Thursday was moving day for our house guests that have shared and blessed our home and lives for the better part of this past year. The tears mingled with sweat as we packed up the moving truck, a pull behind trailer, then the motor home and lastly the three dogs they acquired while staying here.
Lily will miss her "grandpa" whom she like to hang with as he worked in the yard, and her "grandma" who regularly cooked up yummy treats for the dogs. She will also miss the tussles and snuggles with the other dogs.
We settle in the quiet, thanking Abba for the blessing of relationships and a home large enough to share. And anticipate whom he will next bring our way to touch and mold and shape us into pleasing and useful vessles.





