Today is the twentieth anniversary of an event that changed the world forever. This event that we call 9/11 is in your history books but it is a reality that I share with you. So much more has happened to this world since then. 2020 was the year of the pandemic - this time your reality more than mine. You actually got the dreaded covid bug. It has been a year and some of isolation, masks, vaccines and fear all around us. Each new day makes our reality uncertain and changing all the time.
And yet for me this is a day of hope. 9/11 of 2020 is what I will call it. I had prayed for over five years - sometimes fervently, sometimes desperately, sometimes, honestly not at all. I often got tired of waiting but my weak faith was not going to stop God’s plan.
A year has gone by and I have watched you grow from the tiny fragile little baby, to a boy who cannot sit still. Oh what joy you bring to my heart. I love your welcome at the condo and your response when you hear my voice calling you all kinds of names. You remind me of your mama when she was a little girl!
Over this past year, I have seen the world - this world that is so dark and broken, through your eyes and it changes everything. Masks don’t bother you as they are your reality. Not getting hugs does not bother you, because frankly who has time for hugs when there is a world to discover under chairs and tables. I love visits to the park with you. You have taught me to lie under a tree, feel the wind on my face and throw my hands up in the air. Such sensory joy!
I love sitting by you in church and watching your mama get you ready for worship and hear your “sing” along to the team or the time last week when you shouted back as the pastor made a strong point in his sermon! I love to see you recognize your Daddy as he led baptism and stare at him with rapt attention as if he and you were alone in the room.
Your first word was “yeah, yeah” - so much sweeter than the proverbial “no”.
Your mama and daddy have been faithful in praying, reading to you everyday about Jesus. My daily prayer for you, my sweet Boo is that you will know Our Lord Jesus personally and know deeply His great love for you before you encounter and feel the pain and hurt of this broken world that we live in. I pray that your first words to Jesus would be “yes”.
I promise to be your prayer warrior for as long as I live. I can’t wait to move into our home and see what the Lord will do in this next season.
I love you so very much.
Grandma J.
Beautifully expressed, Joslyn!!! Baby D has for him a rich godly heritage, to make him strong, stand tall and walk in stride with His Savior.
ReplyDeleteI pray your beautiful grandson will grow to be a strong God follower, that someday his son will watch him lead baptism, or sing worship up there on the stage.. however he's called to worship our God. He's growing up in such a good godly family and in spite of a world that moves further and further away from its Owner, he's blessed by you and his mother and father. Praying God's blessings and direction on his sweet little head!
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