Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Time....

We all look forward to special time spent on vacation or doing special things.  It is fun to do something different, and those moments are important.  But there is also joy in the everyday, ordinary things of life, when we step away from the pressures of the world and simply relax and do what we love in the comfort of our own space.

There is pleasure in the simple things of life.  Sewing, scrapbooking, working on cars or woodworking, cooking, cleaning, whatever you enjoy and find relaxing is a simple pleasure.  And there is nothing more satisfying than completing a long awaited project, no matter how mundane it may seem to others.

The last few days, I have spent time with my daughter and grandsons while daddy is away working.  We haven't done anything extraordinary, or even different from a regular day in their lives, save for my being here to do it with them.  I have spent the days playing with the little ones, giving my daughter some help for cooking, running to the grocery store and making a quick trip to the toy store.  Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing extra special.  And yet, these very ordinary days are the most special time I can have, because I am building a bond with the loves of my aging heart, seeing them living their lives in real time, as they are, for better and for worse.

I am grateful for this time together.  I know that they are too little to remember much about it, but it is special to me to have this time with them, and my memories will uplift me when I am back home and away from them again.

God understood how important grandchildren are.  In Proverbs 17:6 we read,
"Grandchildren are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children."
The legacy I leave in this world is found in my children and their children.  There is nothing more important in the simple life I lead.

Dear Lord.  Thank you for my grandchildren, and the ordinary, every day time I am having with them.  They are a blessing of my heart.  Amen.

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