This is the spot where Paul stopped first on his journeys to share about Christ. It is about a 5 hour drive from our house. There is a small town nearby, but the ruins from A.P. are not inhabited by people. I am sure I've blogged about it before, but I really can't get enough of the ruins here, so bear with me as I say it again!
The first stop is the ancient version of a 'mall'. These little inlets housed merchants. As one drove (by chariot) or walked into town, they would stop and buy the things they needed. Paul surely would have shopped here! My little guy took himself into one of the shops and plopped down. A young boy in an old shop. That should have been my title!
These pictures were taken in the remains of a 4th century church. I never get tired of walking through these...come see me, we'll go.The first stop is the ancient version of a 'mall'. These little inlets housed merchants. As one drove (by chariot) or walked into town, they would stop and buy the things they needed. Paul surely would have shopped here! My little guy took himself into one of the shops and plopped down. A young boy in an old shop. That should have been my title!
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This is one of my favorite places among the places you have blogged about.
However, while reading this post I noticed the girls loving on the grandparents. Grandparents are very definitely special people.
During our unemployment, my 92 year old grandfather would periodically send something to his oldest, almost 50 year old, granddaughter telling her not to worry about ever paying him back. At Christmas, a little extra for 'his baby' and her family, etc. I am, by no means, any more loved than the rest of his grandchildren. He is that way to us all -- still, and the youngest one is 29 years old. He can barely see, barely hear, and forgets things that he just did sometimes, but never forgets to remember 'his babies.'
I can't talk to him on the telephone anymore because he cannot understand the words I say so I write him letters in gigantic print so he can read how much I will always love him and how he has been the best grandfather anybody could ever have. I found out recently that he keeps those letters.
Long gone are the days when he would drive us around in the back of his pick-up truck or park his brand new truck on a slope so we could fill it up with water and play in the water. Gone are the times we followed him around in his garden, the cases upon cases of orange push-ups and popsicles he always bought when we were coming to visit, days when we begged to watch him use his shaving brush to lather up his face and shave, days when we girls painted his toenails red while he slept or played some other good natured prank on him.
He never seemed to get upset with us. He made milkshakes for us until I think he must have turned into a milkshake . . . Made them by hand, without a blender. Always took us to the store after supper - always. Spent hours writing down math problems for me to work for fun. Put up with us digging holes in his yard, taking the screens off his windows so we could sneak out during naptime, pulling his newly sprouted corn, making mudpies in his yard - My grandmother donated her pots and pans and he donated the mudhole in the middle of his yard . . . and just being a wonderful grandfather in general.
He still wears a fedora and has all kinds, for all occasions. In fact, that is how we always knew when he was dressed up, by the hat he chose.
Not sure why I am saying this, other than seeing your kids with their grandparents reminded me of how special grandparents really are, no matter how old we get.
M
Wow! I spent a summer in Ephesus on a missions trip. We visited the ruins and I feel in love. I love history and that is right at the core of history. I stood in the amphitheater where the Ephesians chanted for hours. It gave me goose bumps.
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