Watching Long Lost Family has left a lasting impression on me. One of the other things I take for granted by not being adopted and knowing my parents is I know their handwriting.
My Mom’s….
My Mom wrote her capital H in a specific way. Here she wrote my name in a birthday gift on my 7th birthday. I loved Richard Scarry books…
This is my Dad’s handwriting…
It is a gift to have these little treasures from my parents. It is something I took for granted and only realised the value after watching these amazing stories of people who were adopted and spent their lives searching for information about their parents.
The gifts that I have in my personality and abilities come in equal measure from my parents. My Dad’s prolific writing and my Mom’s sunny positive personality are traits that I have inherited. Chip off the old block. I don’t take it for granted.
I was thinking about it the other day. Thirty years ago, I was happy. Today I am happy. The difference between me today and me in 30 years time is that in 30 years time I will be older. I will still be happy. I am grateful that I was created with a serious dash of optimism that sees the world through rose-tinted glasses. All the bad things that happen in the world I either shove under the carpet or I remind myself that God is in control and He sees what is going on. He will have the final word.
#350 of my 1000 thanks is for the beauty and pleasure of the little birds that come in the cold winter wind to drink and eat from the bird feeders. Their feathers are a little thicker. The sun birds are a treat..
…but when the starlings come, they make a mess and so I usually bring the feeder inside… here’s a baby starling at work…left alone he would make very short work of it….
Meantime, David has continued his traverse across the Western Cape countryside, arriving in Ladismith…
He’s a long way from home. Tomorrow he turns around and starts winding his way back.
Quite an adventure!
These are the days!
Keep the smile going.
God bless you!
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂