Lately my mind has pondered about how people touch each other's lives.
I've been prompted for about 10 years to study and learn all I can. There
have been many people placed in my path that are interested in and know Hebrew or Jewish customs.
Tonight I thought I would look up Diana Webb's info and I found some books she had written.
They are written about Women in the Old Testament, a subject that interests me greatly.
About 4 years ago I wrote my own "Women in The Old Testament" stories to share with the young
women for a girls camp overnighter and for a personal progress project.
In reading the preface of her book, I found out that Diana's maiden name was Barton.
For some reason, I thought, "I bet she is related to some Barton's I know." I know several different families with that name.
I did a little digging :) and found her father's name to be Richard Barton....Ka-ching!!
He delivered me into this world on June 18, 1967 in the Cottonwood Hospital. He was
the first person on this earth to "touch" me! Kind of a crazy thought. I even looked up
my life story that I wrote as a teenager because I remembered mentioning him. Sure enough, my mom told of how she went to Cottonwood Hospital on Sunday (Father's day) at 1:00 pm when my dad came home from Sunday school (no 3 hour block then) About 5:30 pm Mom recalls hearing someone start to laugh and then the familiar strains of "The First Nine Months are the Hardest", a record she had loaned Dr. Barton. Mom hadn't seen the Doctor, but she knew then he'd arrived!
(Incidently there is a long story about that record and the Doc!") --(which now I need to call my mom and ask about) :)
Now his daughter is touching my life by teaching me Hebrew - which is something I have had a strong desire to learn.
"Each life that touches ours for good. Reflects thine own great mercy, Lord;. Thou sendest blessings from above. Thru words and deeds of those who love"
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