A World Without Giraffes?

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Pairs of clean and unclean animals, of birds and of all creatures that move along the ground, male and female, came to Noah and entered the ark, as God commanded Noah. Genesis 7:8

Can you imagine telling your children about Noah’s Ark and having to explain what a giraffe is? Every image they see of the ark depicts the long necks of giraffes poking out of the top of the ark. But what if giraffes die out?

They are in danger of doing so.

Can you imagine? No giraffes? None?

This horrifies me, and that’s why I’m sharing this info today.

Today is World Giraffe Day, the longest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere and the longest night of the year in the Southern Hemisphere, a fitting day to remind the world of the tallest mammal on earth…at least for now.

Please take a moment today and consider what you can do to save one of God’s truly magnificent creatures! Below is an article on conserving giraffes, and if you want to know more, or MORE IMPORTANTLY, help save the giraffes, check out the Giraffe Conservation Foundation.

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What Surprised Me About Last Week

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Last week’s post, Don’t Throw Me a Pity Party, generated a number of comments on this blog as well as on my social media sites. I appreciate everyone who commented and shared. I’m amazed at how many of you are dealing or have dealt with a family member trapped in addiction. I find the prevalence of this problem disconcerting. Yes, it’s comforting to know who understands firsthand, but I’m still concerned over the number of people affected. Please remember, you don’t know what someone else is dealing with so be kind and try not to judge them.

The surprising part of last week’s post was the volume of responses that focused on our daughter’s addiction rather than our current situation. Yet, most of the sympathy statements I receive relate to our raising grandchildren. Yes, it’s due to our daughter’s addiction, but that’s not what I hear about from most people. As I told one person on Facebook, I believe people focus on what they see—grandparents in a tough spot—and not the issue of what put them there. Maybe I’m wrong. It doesn’t really matter because the two issues go hand in hand.

Early in my writing career, I discovered that individual interpretation of what I write will vary from person to person. Sometimes, the insight surprises me. I don’t think that’s bad. When we read, we filter the information through our own perception, our own world. I’m glad my words resonated with so many people! Thank you for reading and sharing.

Next week, I plan to give you more insight into what grandparents in our situation often feel. So, get ready for some assistance on how to be empathetic with grand-parents.

 

PS:  You may have noticed I’ve been using the term “grand-parenting” in my posts. I made this term up because I believe it’s the best way to describe what we’re doing as we raise our grandchildren.

Abounding Grace

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And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work. 2 Cor. 9:8

A few years ago, I wrote the following post for an event in my church. The theme of the event was Overflowing, and the coordinator asked me to write about overflowing grace. A lot has happened since this post, but God’s grace still abounds.

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Let’s jump back to the first half of last year (2015). After a lifetime focused on various family issues, life was going well. I was on track with my goals and had time to devote to them. Bruce and I were enjoying, thoroughly, the empty nest life.

What could go wrong?

In early August, we realized our second child’s life was falling apart, mostly through her own doing. I tried to help long distance, but things got worse. Then she disappeared, with my grandchildren. I spent frantic days praying and searching. The police refused to issue a missing persons report stating the children were not in danger while they were with their mother. I knew differently. She was not stable.

Thankfully, after a week my daughter resurfaced and asked us to take the children.

OK. Not what we planned. Having already raised five children, we didn’t expect to raise our grandchildren. Spoil them? Sure. Just not raise them.

Victoria and Amari arrived with nothing. We struggled to find room for them in our down-sized home. Before their arrival, finances were not an issue, now, our wallets hemorrhaged money—clothes, shoes, school supplies, daycare, groceries, and medical care. How could we manage this so close to our retirement?

But God is true in His promises. We needed furniture, and a local store offered us an incredible deal due to the sacrifice we were making for our grandchildren. Acquaintances donated clothes. Medical personnel helped me navigate the legalities of medical care without court-ordered custody. A Facebook friend, who is also a lawyer, gave me legal advice for free. Old friends in the same situation surfaced and offered their support. People stepped up and helped where they could. Most importantly, prayers overflowed in our direction.

The right thing is rarely the easy thing. Paul tells us that in all things and at all times He will provide. A four year old and eight year old take a lot of work, especially at our age! We’re exhausted, but I know our grandchildren’s welfare is more important than anything else we could be doing. We may not have a surplus now, but we have what we need and so do our grandchildren.

We are the living proof of His abounding grace.

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So here we are two-and-a-half years later. Victoria is eleven and Amari is six. We’ve adapted. Do I wish for things to be different? Sure. Who wouldn’t prefer their child walking the straight and narrow path? But if wishes were … well you get the idea.

A lot has changed in our lives. I’ve met amazing people who I’d never know if this hadn’t happened. I’m more tuned into the culture of today, too, which pays off in my career. We are still the living proof of his abounding grace.