Today I celebrate life, renewal, joy all wrapped up in a few grandchildren.
Last night we journeyed, Mary and I, to the West Bank of New Orleans to watch a four-year-old play T-Ball and a 7-year-old play baseball. It was quite a night. We topped it off by seeing the two-year-old granddaughter run around and yell Pawpaw. Then, gloriously, it rained.
I wasn't sure I would ever live long enough for such a night as this.
The Bible celebrates these things in the Psalms: 3 Children are a heritage from the LORD,
offspring a reward from him. 4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.
You could easily substitute the word grandchildren in place of children.
Faith requires believing that God has given us all a heritage with our children and our grand kids. Next to our relationship with God himself, our children are a blessing more beautiful than wealth, career, homes and such.
Just watching Gabe run down the baseline or Gavin twirl in the infield even as a ball is coming his way (unknown to him since he wasn't looking) is such fun.
My quiver is full.
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