I’ve been thinking about my grandparents a lot this week. I’m fortunate enough to be 40 years old and still have at least one grandparent still living. I didn’t grow up close in distance to my grandparents, but my heart couldn’t be closer. I think what triggered this thought pattern was sitting out on my porch the other night. It was just getting dark out and the bugs were starting their nightly opera. In Missouri we have cicadas that chirp (scream to be more exact) all during late July and August. You might think that to be annoying, but for me it brings back a flood of memories. I starting thinking about my week long vacations at my granny and granddad who lived in Southern MO. We would always sit out in the evenings because they didn’t have air conditioning and it was much cooler outside. It wasn’t that they couldn’t afford that luxury, but they figured they had lived that long without it, why go and get it now. Anyway, I love that sound simply because of the memories it brings back.
Then, I started thinking about my grandma. She raised 10 children mostly by herself because my grandpa died when my mother was only 12 years old. She was a wonderful lady. Always warm and happy and like any good Southern mama she would whip up a meal at the drop of a hat if someone happened to drop by and people were always dropping by Grandma’s. Anytime I went to her home there were at least 3 or 4 of my little cousins running around, an aunt or two, and always an uncle. They said they came by to “check on her” but I know the real reason they were there. It was home. They were there for their own comfort as much or more than to look after things for Grandma. She was just that kind of person. Her children, no matter how old they became, were still her children and they needed her. She made whatever might be going wrong, right, just by listening to them. She used to come and spend time with us in the summer and I remember crawling up into bed with her in the mornings. I can still smell her lotion and feel her soft hands squeeze mine. I miss her. What a Blessing she was to all of us.
Families are blessings from God. Grandparents are a blessing from God. He created the family-Man, Woman, Children. He didn’t have to. We could have been brought into this world any way He wanted to, but he chose to have families. Have you ever thought about that? I haven’t, until now and I’m so thankful for that blessing. Just think, as much as you may love your parents, or grandparents. The way you adore your children, grandchildren, nephews or neices, God loves and adores you so much more-an eternity’s worth more than that! Wrap your brain around that one!
I know that there are family problems. Every family has them at one point or another and sometimes it seems like just one huge problem. I truly believe that Satan is in full attack mode when it comes to the family, especially the Christian family. He would love nothing more than to wreck havic in your family and mine…BUT, don’t give up. Look at your family as a blessing from God and treat them like a blessing from God. Stand guard around your family and if need be fight for your family.
The cool thing is, as a grandparent you have the opportunity to once again touch a life for eternity.
I was reading about Timothy this morning and his grandmother certainly made an impact on his life. So much so that the Apostle Paul wrote about it.
2 Timothy 1:5 “…when I call to remembrance the genuine faith that is in you, which dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice, and I am persuaded is in you also.”
2 Timothy 3:15 ” You have been taught the holy Scriptures from childhood.”
I want to have that kind of impact on my children and their children. His mother and grandmother had GENUINE faith and passed it down to Timothy who passed it on to the world. What an awesome privilage and assignment from God…to pass down genuine faith to our children and grandchildren.
I treasure the memories of my grandparents but even more I treasure what they passed down to me. Their love for the Lord and for their family.
Thank you Lord for blessing me with grandparents. Not only grandparents who loved me but more so who loved You and passed down their faith. I have the blessed assurance that one day I will once again be with them. In Jesus’ Name-