Acorns From Oakes

Seeing With Our Father's Eyes

Skylarville

I was in Skylarville, Kentucky yesterday. You will have trouble locating that on mapquest, but my heart knows how to get there blindfolded. You see, Skylar McCarley is my first granddaughter, born to our daughter Jennifer and our son-in-law, Daniel, nearly three years ago (she will turn three on November 23rd).

God appointed Sky-baby to be our tour guide for an incredible adventure. Skylar was born with a genetic disorder called Kabuki Syndrome. Even now, there’s much I don’t understand about that. I know that she spent the first month plus in the childrens’ hospital in Louisville, KY. She continues with speech and physical therapy. She has some hearing difficulty referred to as “cookie bite” hearing loss.

God gave her to the right parents. I have been schooled in the power of love through them. And Skylar has blossomed because of the faith, hope, patience and, most of all, love, of her parents. Her presence here brought a myriad of experiences to all of us that we did not anticipate, including a most incredible joy and wonder over our little bundle of energy and delight.

The uninitiated might have some bit of difficulty understanding some of Skylar’s words and sentences. But I have no difficulty. When I speak with her on the phone or when I am with her, she regularly tells me that I am the best Poppa in the world and how much she loves me. She thinks I am so much fun and so wise. Oh yes, and she always tells me, so clearly, how much she misses me when I am away from her. I don’t see how anyone could miss such clear communications.

“Lo, children are a heritage of Jehovah; and the fruit of the womb is His reward.” Psalm 127:3
I am blessed to be Skylar’s Poppa Oakes. I can’t wait to get back to Skylarville in the land of awe. She told me she needs me. And that’s all I need to know.

Hey, I love you guys and gals. And my Father delights in you.

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2 thoughts on “Skylarville

  1. oakesclan on said:

    cemotosnack said…
    Skylarville sounds like a place I would like to visit … gives me a little more insight into why God suggested we be like little children. They can be so good for your heart.

    So good to remember that we do that to God’s heart too.

    7:27 PM

    Rex said…
    What a gift God has given you …
    What a gift God has given her …

    With her life – your heart …
    With her love – your words …

    We, too, have been blessed to know of the love – joy – strength that lives is in a place called, Skylarville.

    p.s. Friend, I understand about interpeting grandkid communications. You are right on!!!

    11:46 PM

    Sherry Fisher said…
    Seems to me Skylar was born into just the right family. From the little bit I know of you, I cannot imagine anyone that could love her better. God’s blessings come in unexpected packages and folks who look for the God things see them most readily for what they are…gifts straight from Heaven full of “joy and wonder”.

    Enjoy your journies through Skylarville. Take notes. Teach us the things you learn while you are there!

    2:17 PM

    James K said…
    “…I can’t wait to get back to Skylarville in the land of awe…”

    You got me with that quote…Doug, I met you long, long ago in an AIM classroom far, far away.

    Thank you for blessing people the way you do, even those of us you bless indirectly. Thanks for blogging and sharing who you as well as whose you are!

    James & RaDonna

    4:12 PM

    doug the old said…
    Paige,
    You would indeed love it in Skylarville…a place where little arms tightly squeeze your neck…where glee is registered by smiles from ear to ear, excited jabbering, and arms swinging rapidly with hands clasped together. And if God feels about us the way I feel about her, well…no matter what, we are going to be okay, right? Right! Thanks for leaving a good word.

    Rex,
    I wish she could climb up on your lap, just like our Jenny did (all those years ago) and look at your gray hair and ask you to take your teeth out. And you would just respond by getting her gobbledegook. Thanks for loving me and mine (even those of mine you have not yet met), and thanks for the words from your heart to mine.

    Sherry,
    I’m trying to pay close attention to my tour guide in Skylarville, Skylar herself. I’m always afraid I’ll forget so much of the good stuff. But you remind me to take note. I will try to do just that.
    Have a great day. You are His beloved.

    James,
    I definitely remember your name and I remember the name of your good wife, Radonna. It was such a privilege for me to get to meet several classes of AIM students over those precious years. I am still inspired by the desire of so many young people to adventure for God…wherever. Thanks for your encouraging note. Thanks to for continuing to bless the heart of one of our favorite servants of God, Rex. God bless you and yours.

    5:16 PM

  2. Sounds like a nice place,
    we have a website to support families – we have members from around the world.
    please visit http://www.sakks.org and read our little boys story. Life can be so amazing. Our son Zachary has shown us that.

    PETA,
    I JUST VISITED YOUR GREAT WEBSITE AND READ ZACHARY’S STORY. IT BROUGHT BACK SO MANY MEMORIES OF SKYLAR’S ARRIVAL AND HER FIRST WEEKS IN NICU. I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU THIS…I AM THANKING GOD, AS I WRITE THIS, THAT ZACHARY HAS PARENTS LIKE YOU AND ADRIAN. WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN THROUGH…NO ONE COULD HAVE PAID YOU ENOUGH TO ENDURE. YOUR LOVE FOR YOUR SON IS BEAUTIFUL AND CAUSED YOU TO WILLINGLY SACRIFICE OVER AND OVER FOR HIM…TO WALK THROUGH HELL FOR HIM…AND TO VIEW IT SIMPLY AS THE LOVE OF PARENTS FOR THEIR CHILD. SUCH LOVE COMES STRAIGHT FROM FATHER GOD, I BELIEVE. MAY HE CONTINUE TO BLESS YOU ALL, ESPECIALLY ZACHARY, AS HE REACHES HIS FULL POTENTIAL OWING TO GOD’S GRACE AND YOUR STRONG LOVE.
    SINCERELY, DOUG OAKES

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