For nearly a month now I’ve known of something I’ve wanted to talk about but couldn’t.
It’s hard to understand the providential hand of God at times.
Maybe the hardest thing in all the world is to watch people struggle through hardships. It’s hard to see those you adore not able to journey down a path of what they seek in Christ.
To learn that the kindness of God doesn’t always feel like kindness as we describe kindness is as hard as the disappointment and pain related to hearing of a young married couple living their days to honor God and wanting children, yet providentially delayed without explanation is a pain that this pastor/father has a hard time expressing. Yet, satisfied to set my joy in the Lord.
It was one month ago while sitting at the table with Renee, my mom, and David that I heard for the first time the freight train heart beat of a grandchild.
Did I mention? I’m a grandparent! Yes, Lord willing, I’ll hold this child sometime late this year.
I’ve thought about being a grandparent lots of times. That’s a lot of pressure. What will they call me? What kind of ice cream will they like? What if they don’t like ice cream? I think on that day, who cares! That is my grandchild!
Well, I have some tree fort plans to work on, book lists to compile, plan some afternoon walks, and above all, increase in the discipline of prayer.
O may it please the Lord to bless my children with children.