If These Walls Could Talk

I’m taking a break from business blog posts today and writing about something that’s personal.  I don’t write near enough personal blog posts.  But today, I am, and it’s through tears that I write.

I talked with a teary eyed Mim today.  They’re having to make some more unexpected updates to their home.  I guess that’s what happens when you’ve lived in a home for 40 years.  But the last few years have been so hard on them.  Having to fix up their upstairs, to last month their bathroom (oh and by the way my grandpa fell twice during that renovation setting them back even more) to today, having to add pillars and beams to support their sagging second story floor.  It’s been emotionally exhausting for my grandma.  She’s having to care for the home and my grandpa at the same time and today, she called me discouraged about her house, which always seems to need work more and more.  She said, “Mel, does my house look bad?  I just do what I can with what I have.  I don’t have a home like everyone else does.”  And I said, “No, Mim, they don’t have a house like you do.”

Oh, if those walls could talk.

They would tell about a couple that devoted their lives to serving others.

They would speak about countless prayer meetings, where our family wept and cried out together for the prodigals to come home.

You would hear the echos of children’s laughter as we ran up and down the stairs.

They’d sing Christmas carols and recite Luke chapter 2 by heart.

They’d resonate with the cries of heartbreak and would sing of healing, restoration and reconciliation.

They’d tell the stories of visiting missionaries, pastors and evangelists.

They’d echo my grandpa’s whistle and his constant “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus” as he spends most of the day in prayer.

They’d tell you about all the shared bowls of ice cream, back scratches and bunny stories.

They’d speak of 67 years and counting of a faithful and loving marriage.

They’d tell about four generations and growing of Christ-followers.

I think the stories would be endless.  But they’d all center around one thing: Jesus.

It’s because of Jesus that the walls speak the way they do.  It’s because of Jesus there are four generations of Christ-followers, it’s because of Jesus the prodigals come home, it’s because of Jesus that every ounce of healing occurred.  It’s because of Jesus that a legacy lives on.

Thank you Mim and Papa for loving Jesus the way that you do.

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Southern Illinois Wedding | Matt and Shaunda

Southern Illinois Wedding

Southern Illinois Wedding

It was at my cousin Garrett’s wedding that I first got the low down about Matt. Of course, I had started hearing a few things about this before then but it was at that wedding when I was able to see Shaunda’s face light up whenever Matt was mentioned.

They talked for hours, just like you’d expect from young love. Then she’d get off the phone and tell us all the sweet things he’d say to her. And we all has a pretty strong feeling, this was it. My grandma, the hopeless romantic that she is, was even thinking there would be a Christmas wedding.

The friendship between the Bakers and the Hales goes back 40 years, that’s right FORTY years when my parent’s were in their twenties. They all went to church together and spent a lot of time getting in trouble. The years came and went and are finally joined together by Matt and Shaunda.

Their special day was a blur of family buzzing around trying to get everything in place before she walked down the aisle. I think that’s what I love most about our family. Every one pitches in and does what’s needed. I think it’s where I learned to put others first, to love and to serve. My family has loved and served others my entire life, helping meet needs is what we do and it’s what I loved most about her big day. Matt and Shaunda’s wedding took place right in the middle of our very first family reunion so everyone was there to help in one capacity or another. Hair and make-up, cutting lemons, setting up food, moving furniture, whatever was needed, someone was always there from beginning to end.  Loving a serving is a part of the incredible legacy that my grandparent’s have created and I hope that it’s something we can continue to pass down to our boys.

I can’t possibly even begin to recall every detail from the day, but here are my favorites:

-Watching Adrienne do Shaunda’s hair and make-up.  (That girl is so talented and we’re so lucky to have her in our family!)
-Brittany styling my aunt Kim’s hair (Tease, hair spray, repeat)
-Seeing Shaunda’s brothers all dressed up in their fancy suits (Two of them are single ladies, wink wink)
-Watching Justice come down the aisle in a wagon pulled by Matt’s son, Collin.  (Totes adorbs you guys)
-Matt’s daughter twirling in circles in her flower girl dress (She couldn’t keep her floral crown in her hair!)
-Hands outstretched, my grandpa praying over the meal (His memory is slipping, but I don’t think he’ll ever forget how to pray)
-Eating the best BBQ!!  (Made by Matt’s uncle Joey, can I have more please?)
-Stuffing my face with the best.cupcake.ever.  (I think it was chocolate but it may have been red velvet, it was dark and I ate it too fast to notice!)

There are so, so many wonderful things about the day that I know we’ll all treasure forever!  Congratulations Matt and Shaunda!  We pray for many, many blessed years!

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