Bone-Tired, Heart-Happy

I woke up this morning
thinking of the Scripture verse, “And let
us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint
not.”
  (Galatians 6:9)  Love that verse, but I have to admit, I am exhausted!
The last two weeks have been wonderful as I stayed with Julie’s
children for a week while she and David were in the Ukraine, and then had
Laurie’s family join us there in Alabama for another week and was able to spend
time with all nine grandchildren at once.
That was Grandma-Heaven!  I’ve
found something, though, that my grandkids can wear out faster than a new pair
of shoes—me!!!

Whether it was having a
chorus of five or six voices and pairs of hands reaching out to me all at once
as we made jewelry together—Grandma,
would you please tie this knot?  Grandma,
help me try this on for size!  Grandma,
can I use all these beads?—
or cooking
for thirteen, or having four-year-old Matthew say, “Grandma I have a surprise
for you!” and back up to the furthest corner of the room so he can run and leap
into my lap over and over again (he may be small but he’s solid!), it was all welcome
and totally my joy, but I must confess
overwhelming at times.

Bob came on Thursday
night to take Robbie and me home.  We
stayed Friday in order to spend one more day with the entire family together,
so that morning he and I took advantage of having babysitters for Robbie and went
out on a “date” for breakfast.  When we
got back, I felt like I had been drugged!
I sat down on the couch holding the baby and had to fight to stay awake
and not drop her.  As soon as someone took
her away from me I went into Julie’s room and succumbed to the lure of her bed
and promptly fell asleep.  A little later
I woke up, moved back out to the couch and fell asleep for hours.  I never
take naps so it was totally out of character for me.  When I woke up I realized—Laurie and Julie
had taken over the cooking and the kids, Bob had come and relieved me of Robbie’s
care for a while, and suddenly I was drained of adrenaline and responsibilities
and could get some rest.  I slept half
the way home from Alabama yesterday for good measure!

Someone has said, “An
hour with your grandchildren can make you feel young again. Anything longer
than that and you start to age quickly.”
I’ve always said now I understand why God gives us children when we’re
young.  If I had to chase after little
ones on a full-time basis now, I’d never make it.  I will be sixty in less than three
weeks.   There are days when I feel a
whole lot older than that!  Joshua, bless
his little heart, tells me, “Grandma, you’re not old!!  Old is like
ninety-five!”  Regardless of how old I am
on the outside, I hope I will always stay young on the inside for my
grandchildren!

There is no greater or nobler
calling than to be the molder of young minds and lives, a model of godliness,
and a minister to the needs of the children in our lives, whether it is as a
parent grandparent, teacher or friend.
In fact a grandmother is a little of all these things.  I may be weary physically, but my soul is
joyful in the privilege God has allowed me of being a mother and
grandmother.  Galatians 6:9 says, “And let us not be weary in well doing: for
in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.”
  The beautiful harvest we will reap when we do
the good work of training, influencing and guiding our children and
grandchildren for the Lord will be lives spent in glorifying, loving and serving
Him—together as a family now, and ultimately together for eternity.

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