Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Response to a Pastor's Challenge--20 Years Later

Over 20 years ago, a pastor in my church challenged us to list all our reasons to give thanks. At the time, I was so bitter about being single that I couldn't think of even one blessing God had given me. Isn't that a slap in His face? In reality, He had done so much for me, but I refused to recoognize His bounty. Sad, huh? I must have grieved His heart!

So let me list some of the things (and people) I'm thankful for now. This is only a partial list, but hopefully it will bless some of you.

I'm thankful for:

My salvation through the shed blood of Jesus Christ. Left to myself, I would deserve eternity in hell, but God has graciously paid for my sin. If He'd done nothing else for me, this one blessing alone would be more than I could ever ask! That is my highest joy!

My husband, who is all I ever hoped for in a husband, only better!

My mom. She's incredible, and I praise God for all she did to make sure I was born and then make sure that I would lead a normal and full life.

My college education.

All the friends I've had from different arenas.

My wheelchair.

My headstick and computer, which open so many doors for me.

Living at a time when disabled people have so many opportunities and support systems. I am amazed that John and I, both so severely disabled, can live independently and contribute to society.

Our Personal Care Attendents.

My sister and her two daughters.

Our third floor apartment with the view of the woods. I love watching summer sunsets and the first snowfall of the season.

Living so close to Boston, where I can see so many historical sites.

The men and women who, beginning with the Boston Massacre and continuing right through this war in Iraq, sacrifice themselves for American freedom.

Food in our kitchen and clothes on our backs.


Our church, that preaches God's Word and supports a wide variety of ministry organizations and missionaries, and opens its arms to us. Both pastors make no secret of their love for me and John.

There's much more I could write, but I'm getting tired. Indeed, God has richly blessed me!

Monday, November 19, 2007

Prayer Of Our Founders

What better way to observe Thanksgiving than with my first video montage? I designed it around John's photographs of historic sites around Plymouth and Boston. May it remind all of us of the Christian principles that laid America's foundation.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Grave Digging

Yesterday was supposed to be delightful weather-wise (and it probably would have been so if that breeze hadn't blown), so John and I headed to the Quincy Historical Society to renew our efforts to find out about that Revolutionary War grave in Hancock Cemetary. I've blogged about that grave several times; my May 1 2007 post features a photograph of the broken headstone.

We explained our mission to the secretary at the Historical Society, who directed us to go back to the cemetary and find out what graves were near our guy's grave. We found the graves of Mary Everson and her infant daughter, Mary Louisa.

Mary died on September 21, 1847, at the age of 29. She was the wife of Edwin Everson (who apparently was devestated by her death, judging from the rather impassioned verse he had engraved on her headstone), and the third daughter of William and Martha Pratt of North Weymouth. Her only child, Mary Louisa, had died less than a year earlier: December 14, 1846. She had lived 10 months and 15 days. What a sad final year for her mother!

I thought our mystery grave might be Edwin's, but he would probably have been too old to have married Mary Pratt, who was born in 1813 (well after the Revolutionary War). So then I thought it could be William Pratt. Good guess, but when we returned to the Quincy Historical Society, the secretary said that the Pratts are buried elsewhere in the Cemetary.

The Adams Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution, in 1929, erected a monument at the cemetary's entrance which lists the names of the Revolutionary War veterens. It seems to me, therefore, that the DAR must have placed the medalion beside the grave I'm researching. Alas, when I went to the DAR website last night, I found that the Adams Chapter no longer exists. So my next step is to contact the State Chairman.

I'm making progress!


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