Yesterday marked the 77th anniversary of my birth in Nyack, New York. Actually I never lived in Nyack, and claim to be a native Michigander, but it was necessary for me to be near my mother at the time; my father was attending Nyack Missionary Training Institute.
We spent a good share of the day yesterday in choir practice, getting ready to worship in Christmas song today- only to have the weather force the cancellation of all our church services today. I suppose we'll sing the "Cantata" next week, who knows??
When we got home from choir practice yesterday Ruth Shifflett, a dear lady in the John Wesley congregation, called and told Helen that if I would stop by she had baked a black walnut cake for us. I called her back and asked if she knew it was my birthday. She asked me if I was putting her on-- I told her when I went by to collect the cake that it was just one of those Surprises that the heavenly Father helps us do for each other from time to time. Black walnut cake is not a gift to be taken lightly! Exquisite!
Four (or five) grandkids called to wish Poppie Happy Birthday, as well as Cousin Dick Bos, and all four Sons. Also this week I talked with Reuben Welch- that is always Serendipity, and always a major blessing to me. And I heard from another Dear Friend about a grandson of his that is making a fine preacher of the Gospel, and remember a few years back when I had a small part in that young man’s choices.
Helen and I dined out at the Country Buffet in Hyannis and got back well before the storm started. Now you know more than you wanted to know about my latest Happy Birthday. They seem to be coming closer together lately . . .
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