The Joy of Being a Grandpa
The Joy of Being a Grandpa
I would have never thought or guessed the
little ones coming back to my house could bring me such eluviation. Something inside me moves. A giving way, an undercurrent that frees my
soul about my members. Silliness gains
ground and erupts to the top. Smiling
and gazing, I make funny noises just to see that little one smile. “Does she follow my thoughts?” I ask myself. Being a bit over a year and a half, she makes
all the right faces just limited in words.
Does not matter. Our communication
goes on with laughter and gestures about the dining room table.
We are free when the Master of the house
has so ordained the time. I have
subjected this abode to His guiding hand.
I work hard in vigilance not to push against Him. I wait for the exact time to follow His lead
into action.
So we party! Using materials here in fluidity. Plans come and then change but we don’t pressure
our wills in contrary. Conflicts I have
not known for a while and that is good for the little ones don’t need to see
souls bleed.
Joy is promised. For the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy… If I am faithful to walk in love, He sends
the joy.
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