Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Psalm 90:1

“Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.”

This morning was one of those times when my Bible seemed to fall to a certain verse, Psalm 90:1. I was reminded yesterday that I am officially in “The Sandwich Generation.”

Within a few hours of the birth of our third (and wonderful) grandson, my mother was being transported from a local rehabilitation center to a skilled care facility to continue recovery from some recent strokes. The emotions from both events run very deep.

Our family is blessed to have been raised with a legacy of faith that has spanned some of those generations. We benefit from that faith, especially now. We are charged to continue this heritage by letting God’s strength manifest itself in our weakness, His peace through our fears, and His assurance through so much uncertainty. And absolute praise for His gift of life.

God’s timing is perfect. Our grandson is mother’s seventeenth great-grandson. This little one, nestled in securely with his mother, has no idea of the healing distraction he offers this week. The newest member of the youngest generation is ministering to the last member of his great-grandmother’s generation. And I am very blessed to be one of the middle ingredients in this precious sandwich.