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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