Posted on 05/08/2022 9:18:26 AM PDT by Mrs. Warrior
The Gift to the Grandparents.
When I was carrying our children and felt their life moving within me, my husband told me I had a special glow about me. Later, when holding our babies, as they lay innocent and trusting, smiling as they danced with angels, I thanked God for giving me these wonderful and precious gifts. The Gift to the Grandparents.
In the daily acts of loving them, sometimes it was hard. One year, due to our military service, we moved five times; one time I could not afford to buy a new mattress and we had no furniture, so I bought one at a thrift shop. I tied it to the top of the car with one rope. A policeman was directing traffic at an intersection. When I hit my brakes, the mattress came flying off and it pinned the policeman to his car! I heard cussing and saw arms flailing! He stormed over to me, and I told him my story about my husband being in training. He told me he would not give me a ticket for assaulting him with a Serta!
I always loved to hug our kids and take them on learning field trips to show them the amazing wonders of God and His creation. I always spoke of a relationship with Jesus and God. Train up a child in the direction they should go; now, as a grandmother, my girls have children and they have come to me and told me that they have learned about mothering from me and have thanked me. I enjoy the rewards of now having raised our children to become our friends.
I love to create garden rooms, my son and his father work together to help me build my vision. This Mother's Day, we are building a fishpond with a rock waterfall.
When we went to the Rocky Mountains, I stood in awe of the majesty and greatness of God's creation. We started to get altitude sickness from the quick change in elevation. My husband told me I was acting confused, “You mean more than a blonde, I asked?” We drove to lower elevations and to find relief. I realized our RV, the means by which we were carried to find that relief, was kind of like Jesus, who forgave us of our sins and washed us clean with His blood. When the veil of the Holy of Holies was torn apart and opened, we could enter into the presence of a light and joy so powerful, the very Presence of God Almighty! Soon, I began to long for the fresh, verdant green valley of home. The air here is rich with a misting moisture. As I have more time to spend in the presence of God, joy has been a bubbling clear spring of the Holy Spirit.
As I know our granddaughters will one day walk as women, I like to show them how to be wind-whispering women who flow in the power of the Holy Spirit, who is like a refreshing wind while the world will blow with raging storms.
In the summer, the grandchildren will chase butterflies, it is their enchanted time to run freely. As the balmy night air settles around us with a country calm, we, as grandparents know that the workday is over with a deep sense of contentment, and rest in the rewards of having a love that now has time to play.
God, the Maker of mountains and men, made a way for our souls to fly past the weary walking on a dusty road. Our names are engraved on the arms of Jesus, when He raises his arms to praise His Father we are carried to the stars!
Beautiful! Happy Mother’s Day, Mrs. Warrior!
Hi and thanks for the wishes. We spent 3 years stationed at Fort Rucker, so Florala is familiar to us. Wishing you a happy Mother’s Day too!
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