Saturday, May 1, 2010

Hi to all of Marky'sBuddy's !

Its Saturday ....and we LIVED !

Mark's doing great and back on top of the world, as is Sammy ! Scott, as
always is the Rock and remains unscathed from the latest infirmities !

James spent the entire week taking care of the homefront while I worked to
keep the "lights on" ! !

Thru out all of our trials , especially the financial ones, I've really scaled back
on everything, ie....selling the furniture this last summer, duct tape for ALL our
repair needs, food rationing and creative acquirement of food ( which may or may
not have included stealing food from my sisters freezer in her garage, I know the code , shh,)

I had to make tough decisions of what to sell and what to keep........ I wanted to ,
and STILL am willing to sell my Harp, I NEVER sold the beds or anything that kooky, and I DIDNT sell our camping trailer.

The trailer stayed as a back up plan for a living establishment should we lose the

The reason I'm reflecting on these fond memories is was all of YOU...
Markys Buddys that helped us keep the house and keep food coming and auctioned
off your time and services.

YOU did our laundry and cleaned our house.

YOU came to visit us at the hospital and relieve us so we could get rest.

YOU knelt down and prayed and fasted for a small boy to live.

YOU created a hospital room full of get well cards and parachutes, balloons, christmas trees with lights and ornaments made by sweet angels, and even a giant fireplace for Santa
to come through.

YOU declared Marky an honorary Marine and a fully decorated Green Beret, and
a UPS pilot, and a Super Hero with a customized cape , and a Utah Grizzly hockey
player, and a Jedi master, while he layed in bed with fate unknown.

YOU gave hope to a family with just a thread left.

YOU wove many of your threads together to create a force to be reckoned with of
strength and courage.

I continue to get up every morning and "take on " each day wrapped in these threads
of strength that each of you have given us. Thank YOU

Love Lynette


Anonymous said...

YOU are worth every thread! WE would do it all again.

Sarah's corner said...

You should write a book or something.
Man can you pull at the heart strings when you write down what you are thinking!

I am very grateful to be a part of the threads that are carrying on.
Thank you for being such an example and for doing all that you are with whatever lot comes your way.

Please don't sell your harp, it is part of Lynette...and you know it.
Use it! It is your gift and that you are excellent at it.

Love you guys and praying every step of the way for you.

" Hit It......." said...


I cried when I read your post. Please do not sell your harp. I agree with Sara...KEEP IT!

We have both learned that things come and go (monitarily speaking). Time is something you can't get back. Family is forever! Have no regrets. You have done the best you can.


p.s. I will give you my code too ....(freezer) ha ha.

Cathy Wallace said...

Hi Nettie! We're back in the states and I've been awake (jet lag) since 3 am and thinking of the Jeanes family. Sounds like you've had quite a week (again). You guys get more trials, giggles, tears, blessings, and burdens in a week than most people get in a year!

Your comments about the threads in your life remind me of this poem, 'God's Tapestry':

Man's Life is laid in the loom of time
To a Pattern he does not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity.

Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold.

But the weaver watches with skillful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow.

God surely planned the pattern:
Each thread, the dark and fair,
Is chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care.

He only knows its beauty,
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive,
As well as the threads of gold.

Not till each loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads were as needful
In the weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which He planned.

I hope you get some golden threads this week! Love, Cathy

Markys mom said...

Hi Cathy,
Great to have you back in the USofA ! What a beautiful poem, thanks couldntve said it better !
Tell the Wallace people Hi ! and
we love ya ! LJ