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Carl, I am thinking of the time we were driving down Meridian Street.  Don’t know why—the why is not the reason I am thinking of that ride.  What you said to me is the reason I remember.  You said something like this:  “Mom, God called me to preach last night.”  I was so affected.  Was it pride?  Was it thankfulness?  Was it humility?  It is hard to explain.

Maybe it was somewhat like it will be if I get a reward in heaven, then I get to offer that reward back to the Lord Jesus  –  cast it at his feet.  I’ll say, “It’s yours, Jesus. Earning it was my pleasure!”  Does that make sense to you?  It was like here you were, I got to raise you, I got to take pleasure in you; I got to claim you; I got to feed and clothe you; I got to read Zorro to you and laugh at you in your black cape.  And there you were a vessel to be used by him!  He took my son for his use.  Was that Hannah’s reward when she gave Samuel back to God?

Other things I remember:  You were coming to pick me up down by Northwest Classen.  Another time I have no idea why.  You drove that car up to the curb, and said, “I saw you from down the street, and I said to myself, that’s either my mom, or a pretty girl.”  Now that was nice!  But I also remember a time when you were a little guy, you said, “Is that a whisker on your chin?”  So I guess the Lord makes me remember both to give me balance in my life!

It was a great, great pleasure—turning your well being over to the Lord.

My next great pleasure was in watching—and scheming a bit—to turn your earthly well being over to Vicky.  Oh, what joy it was to see you two falling in love!  I remember standing in that kitchen on 18th Street and telling Vicky that I was pretty sure you were going to ask her to marry you at camp-meeting.  I don’t remember her answer, but if she had any drawbacks she didn’t voice them to me.  And she has never done so to this day.  My son.  A vessel for the Lord, a husband for Vicky.  How could I ask for more!




About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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14 Responses to HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CARL

  1. dawnlizjones says:

    Truly a mother’s blessing!! You are living Proverbs 31!! Hey, also, have you met this lady: http://sacredtouches.com/ ?? She is also a retired school teacher, and I sent your wonderful blog her way as well.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I went on a visit as you suggested, browsed a bit and marked follow. Thanks for thinking of me. We do share much in our testimonies of God’s influence in our lives. You, my dear, are delightful. I’ve been reading at your place also.

  2. mandibelle16 says:

    Lovely story. I’m glad your son felt called. And happy you schemed to find him the perfect wife to help him and be with him in life.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Thank you, dear mandibelle. He did bring in other girls I liked very much, but Vicky was the real deal for them, and consequently, for me. Hope you have someone wonderful in your life. Blessings to you.

  3. Faye says:

    Oh the blessings found on the way for those whose lives are lived for HIM. Beautiful post.

  4. shoreacres says:

    It’s always great to see situations where parents not only love their children, but also their children’s choices. It’s a lovely letter to your son, and for us, too.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Thank you, Linda. It is hard to believe that I am the mother of a sixty-two year old. Vicky is gracious, loving, and beautiful and she treasures Carl, and Carl has enough sense to appreciate all that. That’s good. My other son is divorced and heart broken. I love his ex and I know she loves me. She simply chose to live a different lifestyle than was possible in a marriage, so when the kids were mostly grown, she called it off. I’m thankful that she did not try to place blame. She was fair. But I still cry. Miss her.

  5. Katia says:

    Happy birthday!

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