Monday, September 26, 2011

My Grandson, Jack

Here's my oldest Grandson Jack walking in the Colorado mountains last month.
(and yes, we all know he needs a haircut...)

This is Jack the first of September.

Jackson Alexander Fischer is my first Grandchild. He was born in 1996. When he was two he moved to Oklahoma with his mom, Holly. They rented a house about three miles from where we lived! I had the wonderful opportunity of babysitting with Jack while Holly worked. When he was 10, I encouraged his mom to go to school full time so she could support the two of them. So, Jack moved in with us for two years.

It's been a joy to watch him grow up. He was always around adults so he had an adult vocabulary. - Which made him very funny to listen to.

As he's grown up, he's faced trials and decision-making like every other young person. He's a good kid but hasn't always made the right decisions. It was hard watching my children grow up and make decisions that I knew from my experience weren't always the best, it's just as hard watching my grandchildren grow up and begin making decisions.

One decision he made - which wasn't a bad decision - was to play football. Because of this decision, he got hurt. He broke his back at football practice. That was a very scarey time for me. (I won't even go into detail about how it affected Aunts, Uncles, Cousins - his Parents!!!! 

I was so amazed at the people that rallied in Jacks behalf and prayed for his recovery. Some family members don't believe in prayer - I feel sorry for those without a faith to depend on, to rejoice over. I truly believe that Jack is back in school - doing very well - attending football practice everyday (only to watch) because of the power of prayer and all those that held him up to the Throne of God.

He is a handsome young man. I pray that he makes good choices and good decisions. ( I would pray that prayer even if he weren't handsome!!)   I look at our world and see how it's changed even in the last 15 - 20 years and my heart aches for young people. I really don't think I would survive as a teen in today's world. But there again, with faith, I would be able to.

He's doing well. Has some pain. But he is so fortunate that there wasn't permanent damage.

Thank you for praying for my Grandson.

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