Vacation Day 5 - Counting All the Joy
Vacation Diary Entry: Day 5 - Regina, Saskatchewan – Counting All the Joy!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! One of the streams of DNA coursing through my being is that of the Kirkpatrick Clan – from my Mom’s father’s side of my present clan. Wow! I even feel green today!
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Yesterday was full again. It is fascinating what God provides for us and the way that he directs each day. Yesterday’s gifts of his provisions were simply amazing.
In my discussion with mom and in some of her accounts of her friends I learned that an old friend of hers was in the hospital in Moose Jaw – a city about 45 miles from Regina to the west. Her friend’s name is Gladys Mayo.
A few telephone calls and we discovered she was in a nursing home recovering from a broken hip. I called and Gladys informed us that she was headed within about one hour. It was 12 PM and we made the decision – Moose Jaw here we come. Mom was already in the car and away we went.
Just a little background on Gladys. The woman is an amazing minister in her own right. She lives in a small house, in a very small town, in Saskatchewan’s south west, in the heart of the prairie. She and son have also been farmers.
In the small community and the surrounding communities Gladys is known by many names… Grandma Gladys, Mother Gladys and Pastor Gladys. For many years she has provided the love and support for thousands in the rural Saskatchewan areas of southern parts of the province. If I began to tell all her story – it is a book in itself. She has been a very great support to my mom when she most needed it. Gladys is a gift from God.
Four months ago Gladys fell in her home. When she found herself on the floor she was bleeding profusely from her head wound that was caused when it met a hard wood chair on the way down. But on the way down she also twisted her left knee badly and tore many ligaments in it. As she was falling she grabbed for the refrigerator which almost came over on her so she let go. The fall continued at which time she took the telephone with her as the cord was now wrapped in her being. She hit the dining room table, chairs and finally the floor.
Being that she lives in a small house, in a very small town, in Saskatchewan’s south west, in the heart of the prairie – she needed to call someone. She dialed a number she knew and it was a friend in High River Alberta. They talked for a bit and the friend asked how she was… Gladys’ reply was. “Well I am lying on the floor and bleeding from my head…” The friend offered to call Gladys’ son who lives 10 miles away.
As she described the strange events of 4 months ago and the recovery mode that she has been in during these weeks the battle has been long and strained. Gladys laughed many times during the lively story. Gladys is not a victim – she is a victor.
I asked Gladys, “How old are you now?” Her reply was alive with a gleam in her eye, “I’ll be 89 soon… on the next birthday.”
This is a person with a ‘Merry Heart’. This Merry Heart has touched thousands upon thousands in corner of our great country. Gladys has been great medicine for everyone.
When my mom had her serious heart problems and then the bout with cancer – Gladys moved to Regina to be with her. She needed someone – so Gladys came. No charge – no strings attached.
Yesterday’s meeting was priceless for me and mom. Take a look at the photo. Does this look like the end of a life to you? Not me – for me it is the beginning of a great adventure at 89 years of age.
God give me a little bit of what Gladys has and then let me give it all away.
~ Pastor Murray Lincoln ~
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! One of the streams of DNA coursing through my being is that of the Kirkpatrick Clan – from my Mom’s father’s side of my present clan. Wow! I even feel green today!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Yesterday was full again. It is fascinating what God provides for us and the way that he directs each day. Yesterday’s gifts of his provisions were simply amazing.
In my discussion with mom and in some of her accounts of her friends I learned that an old friend of hers was in the hospital in Moose Jaw – a city about 45 miles from Regina to the west. Her friend’s name is Gladys Mayo.
A few telephone calls and we discovered she was in a nursing home recovering from a broken hip. I called and Gladys informed us that she was headed within about one hour. It was 12 PM and we made the decision – Moose Jaw here we come. Mom was already in the car and away we went.
Just a little background on Gladys. The woman is an amazing minister in her own right. She lives in a small house, in a very small town, in Saskatchewan’s south west, in the heart of the prairie. She and son have also been farmers.
In the small community and the surrounding communities Gladys is known by many names… Grandma Gladys, Mother Gladys and Pastor Gladys. For many years she has provided the love and support for thousands in the rural Saskatchewan areas of southern parts of the province. If I began to tell all her story – it is a book in itself. She has been a very great support to my mom when she most needed it. Gladys is a gift from God.
Four months ago Gladys fell in her home. When she found herself on the floor she was bleeding profusely from her head wound that was caused when it met a hard wood chair on the way down. But on the way down she also twisted her left knee badly and tore many ligaments in it. As she was falling she grabbed for the refrigerator which almost came over on her so she let go. The fall continued at which time she took the telephone with her as the cord was now wrapped in her being. She hit the dining room table, chairs and finally the floor.
Being that she lives in a small house, in a very small town, in Saskatchewan’s south west, in the heart of the prairie – she needed to call someone. She dialed a number she knew and it was a friend in High River Alberta. They talked for a bit and the friend asked how she was… Gladys’ reply was. “Well I am lying on the floor and bleeding from my head…” The friend offered to call Gladys’ son who lives 10 miles away.
As she described the strange events of 4 months ago and the recovery mode that she has been in during these weeks the battle has been long and strained. Gladys laughed many times during the lively story. Gladys is not a victim – she is a victor.
I asked Gladys, “How old are you now?” Her reply was alive with a gleam in her eye, “I’ll be 89 soon… on the next birthday.”
This is a person with a ‘Merry Heart’. This Merry Heart has touched thousands upon thousands in corner of our great country. Gladys has been great medicine for everyone.When my mom had her serious heart problems and then the bout with cancer – Gladys moved to Regina to be with her. She needed someone – so Gladys came. No charge – no strings attached.
Yesterday’s meeting was priceless for me and mom. Take a look at the photo. Does this look like the end of a life to you? Not me – for me it is the beginning of a great adventure at 89 years of age.
God give me a little bit of what Gladys has and then let me give it all away.
~ Pastor Murray Lincoln ~
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Saturday, March 17, 2007
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