I have been smiling all day today, thinking about yesterday.
I woke up at eight. I had been up late the night before, working on a novel I am writing and revising and revising and revising and… you get the picture. I got up, showered, got dressed and my daughter drove me to church. I had been there about ten minutes, and realized suddenly that my new medication didn’t like me. Or vice versa. After making a beeline to the restroom, I finally returned to my seat, next to my daughter and listened to the others in the building sing and it was heavenly.
The guest speaker got up and delivered his message – one of hope – and then we all went out to where the skeleton of the new worship center stood, surrounded by bulldozers and dirt and rocks. But, tucked inside the walls of that new structure, were two by four studs with names written all over them of loved ones who are lost. And on one of those studs there is written the name of my son.
The pastor spoke of a little girl in the Friday night service who found the names of her parents that she had written there two years ago, when those studs lay on the ground, waiting for the day they would be used in this building. She sobbed and he asked her grandmother why she was crying. The child, now nine, didn’t know her parents, as she had been abandoned by them when she was only three.
I stood there in awe. One of the characters in my book, that I had just inserted the night before, was nine, lived with her grandmother and had been abandoned by her parents at birth, never to see them again. I felt confirmed that I was on the right track. Or is that the ‘write’ track?
Anyhow, I went home and changed and then went to a church picnic with another church family, where five kids I knew were being baptized. One little girl I mentor, two others who are dear to me and another, the son of a dear friend. I watched each take a step of faith and in obedience, get dunked by the pastor. Total, nine were baptized yesterday on a beautiful Sunday afternoon in the lake. I am certain there were angels singing.
I then went home and had a nap and slept for over an hour, which is long for me, but still feeling woozy from my medication.
I fixed a quick dinner, as we were expected at my son and daughter in-law’s house for dinner. So at 7:30 we arrived, right on time and joined the rest of the family – my daughter in-law’s mother, who is a very dear friend of mine, and her father, her sister and brother in-law and my other two grown children were there, as well.
After finishing our ice cream, an announcement was made to all that I am going to be a grandma. Wait, no. That’s what I heard, but the announcement was actually that they are going to be parents. Yes, that’s how it went. But all I heard was that I am going to be a grandma and I grinned from ear to ear – at least.
After visiting a while longer, I went home with my other son and took a blanket from off of the chest against the wall and my daughter and I went out to the back yard, crawled up on the trampoline and watched the meteor shower. It was awesome.
There are not that many days anymore that are that full. There are not many days when I don’t hurt or feel ‘great’, but there are not many days that I find out that I’m going to be a grandma, either. It was wonderful.
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