... that's just Grandma

Many of you know how very thankful I am that 3 special boys call me MiMi.  This past week I was thankful to attend a time at each of their schools honoring grandparents.  So appreciative of two of those events in "my" honor that occurred at 7:15 AM... :) yes, that is early morning!   We enjoyed a yummy breakfast and a time to see each boy's classroom.  Corey, our youngest grandson, was to participate in his grandparents' time of honor in the afternoon with delicious donuts and a time to be introduced to all the purposeful play that he enjoys each day.  Not 100% sure I would be coming that afternoon, Corey rounded the corner where all the waiting grandparents anxiously anticipated the arrival of their precious one.  He surveyed the giddy crowd without recognizing a face for a moment - I waited quietly with anticipation as he glanced my direction - no double take needed... he  dropped the hand of his escort and sprinted with absolute certainty toward me.  There is no better greeting on this earth!

I'm so thankful that my kids have grown up not only knowing their grandparents but having the joy of their involvement in our lives.  My parents live several hours away, but every awards presentation, every ball schedule, every dance recital date and all other important events marked their calendar in the kitchen, and they attended many of those ongoing events.  Frank's parents lived in Louisville for several years when our children were young, offering to help out any way we needed.  One such day, I had an appointment that I had forgotten.  My mother-in-law agreed to pick Clay up at preschool - I would simply call his school and let them know she would be there to get him.  There she was, standing at the door, exactly where she supposed to be.  His teacher turned to Clay and said, "Oh, Clay, do you know who this is - is she your grandmother?"  Clay took a quick glance and returned to his block tower, then replied, "No... (teacher gasped with uncertainty)... she's not my grandmother, that's just Grandma.  I'll be ready in a minute - she won't mind to wait." :)

And I can tell you, I wouldn't mind a bit to wait as one of my grandboys finished his block tower either.

I have been reminded again this week of the patience that our Heavenly Father offers us... I wonder how many times just this week, I have asked... can you wait just a minute... I'll get right to you... only to become distracted again with the many block towers I felt I needed to build.

As I listened and sang along in worship this morning, I was overwhelmed with the thought and decision... I do so want to trust it all  - for all my days...  to God - to His plan.  That I really mean my life is in His hands.. my dreams and all my plans... every block tower I want to build..  all to His glory.

Oh Father, may my anticipation of all my tower building be preceded by my sprinting to You with absolute certainty that You will guide every placement of each block as I seek You first...

 But first and most importantly seek (aim at, strive after) His kingdom and His righteousness [His way of doing and being right—the attitude and character of God], and all these things will be given to you also.  Matthew 6:33 (Amplified Bible)

The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.  Proverbs 16:9 (ESV) 


  1. I am so glad you still write on this blog. They are always appreciated and thought provoking. Have a beautiful week. Love you, Jill

    1. Thanks, Jill!!! So appreciate your sweet support... always!