Christina Makes Her Appearance

It was a joy to have Christina at church last Sunday. Actually, we had a record baby attendance–Joshua, Christina, and David. David is the son of a young couple who visited our service.

Truly, the elderly love children, and our church doesn’t lack for them.

Such a great big sister and soon to be a flower girl again!

Christina slept through most of the service. She was so sweet.

Melanie looks radiant!

Minnie loved the baby!

Dolly loves all the babies, and she really liked David.

Mommy and Baby.

More blog posts to come over the next day or two.


“As the hart panteth after the water brooks,
so panteth my soul after thee, O God.”
Psalms 42:1

7 thoughts on “Christina Makes Her Appearance”

  1. Precious photos, and Melanie truly looks radiant. 🙂 Yes, the elderly do enjoy little children so much. Before my sweet Mama went to Heaven, she delighted in visits from children. I still remember the look of joy on her face when little ones visited the nursing home. The first picture of little Abigail is adorable! Thank you for taking time to continue sharing and posting pictures–even during these BUSY days! 🙂 Love, Mrs. Patti

  2. Is that a Moby wrap or a similar knit wrap she’s using? I’m expecting my second and looking for a better baby carrier to use.
    Yes, it is a Moby wrap.

  3. Bless you for bringing the children to visit the elderly! Mrs. Patti’s words are so true. I would bring my little daughter to a nursing home to visit; both she and the residents enjoyed each other’s company so much.
    Melanie, you look so happy! Did you make your baby sling? (I will
    make one for my daughter and son-in-law when they are blessed with
    children–should be an adventure in itself!)

    Blessings to all,
    Karen N.
    She didn’t make it. It’s called a Moby Wrap.

  4. Thanks for posting these pictures, Sarah! We are so blessed by your family’s regular ministry at the nursing home. Below is a post I copied for you all to read…..

    SEE ME

    When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

    Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

    One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

    And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet:

    Cranky Old Man

    What do you see nurses? What do you see?
    What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
    A cranky old man, not very wise,
    Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
    Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.
    When you say in a loud voice, ‘I do wish you’d try!’
    Who seems not to notice the things that you do.
    And forever is losing a sock or shoe?
    Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
    With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?
    Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
    Then open your eyes, nurse. You’re not looking at me.
    I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
    As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
    I’m a small child of ten, with a father and mother,
    Brothers and sisters who love one another
    A young boy of sixteen with wings on his feet
    Dreaming that soon now a lover he’ll meet.
    A groom soon at twenty my heart gives a leap.
    Remembering, the vows that I promised to keep.
    At twenty-five, now I have young of my own.
    Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
    A man of thirty, my young now grown fast,
    Bound to each other with ties that should last.
    At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
    But my woman is beside me to see I don’t mourn.
    At fifty, once more, babies play ‘round my knee,
    Again, we know children, my loved one and me.
    Dark days are upon me. My wife is now dead.
    I look at the future. I shudder with dread.
    For my young are all rearing young of their own.
    And I think of the years, and the love that I’ve known.
    I’m now an old man and nature is cruel.
    It’s jest to make old age look like a fool.
    The body, it crumbles. Grace and vigour, depart.
    There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
    But inside this old carcass, A young man still dwells,
    And now and again my battered heart swells.
    I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
    And I’m loving and living life over again.
    I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast.
    And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
    So open your eyes, people. Open and see.
    Not a cranky old man.
    Look closer .. See.. Me.

    God bless all of you!

    With love from NJ

    Lisa and Hannah and Family

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