I used to have a small, sized ladder that I could climb safely. Then this broke, and I would get on one that Ed had around here. Ladders are heavy, but I found a way to get on the ladder, and do what was needed. I found curtains, and Ed had to get on a ladder, or the desk where the computer is, or on Isaac’s bed to put the curtains up. It is time to change them out again, after so many years. That will be coming up this Fall.
I am 5’3 unless somehow I have shrunk. When you get older this happens to all of us. We shrink a little. Dad emphasized to me to hold my shoulders back, and he would make them go back when I wanted to hug him. He was doing me a favor, because my shoulders are not slumped over like they were when I was a kid. I grew taller, but in reality, Mom was 5’1 maybe, and Dad was 5’11.
Do the math and you can see why we girls were shorter as we came to be here. Jane was the tallest, and I was in the middle, and the little, sister was short, and small, boned. There is nothing tiny about my bones. I fell over, and over until my parents found that I have flat feet.
Flat feet were a problem, and I wore corrected shoes with any Mom and Dad bought. They were messed up by the shoe repairman, and I stared at the black marks he left on those nice shoes. I couldn’t wear fancy little girl’s shoes. This was the first of several differences, and soon, my little sister was born. She was made perfectly.
I am glad my body wasn’t perfect, because I found Christ at 8 after much to do about my life. Mom led me to Christ, and this changed my outlook. I was glad to be alive, happy to know Christ, and it took. I grew as a Christian. If it doesn’t take, then you receive Him again. It takes time to prune a child who comes to the Lord, but Mom was a born teacher. She first taught me to pray. Thank God.
I pray daily, and some days I don’t let up. She left me with the legacy of not giving up when I pray. Pray, and let God bless. Never think anything is impossible. I believe Mom was my teacher as I grew in the Lord, for good reason. We cooked, served 12 plus people in our home, and we girls helped. It was good training for our future. Dad was wise. He let Mom talk to me.
We girls learned to work. We couldn’t watch cartoons for having to clean our rooms, and then our assigned places in the house. It was torture then, but you know, we can’t look at cartoons forever. I have been trained to wash dishes, and put them away. I have been trained to make my bed, and Ed gets up, and we make the bed, or I do. Usually he studies much, and I clean up, but he is cooperative. If you don’t know to make your own bed, then start, and see how nice it makes a room look. Structure is what my Mom gave her family.