Saturday, June 15, 2013

What I Wish!

I love being a grandmother! I love my grandchildren. Three of the seven come to visit often, and their coming is a very precious part of my life.

Having a day to day glimpse into their lives and hearts often makes me wish:
    I wish for them to care about forgiveness and kindness.
  • I wish for them to learn character values like constancy, patience, love, joy (not happiness caused by circumstances that go their way or having lots and lots of stuff but rather joy that comes in spite of circumstances and even deprivation), peace, faithfulness, self-control!
  • I wish for them to have hearts that think of others first and are willing to love and serve others more than wanting for themselves.
  • I wish for them to know and love God more than anyone or anything else.
  • I wish for them to love to learn.
  • I wish for them to know that stuff doesn't make happiness or contentment!!! BUT it does give grandmamas something to take away when that is helpful! :o]
  • And more................

Friday, June 7, 2013

What Size is YOUR Heart?

I love Dr. Seuss' memorable Grinch! He lives high above Whoville in a cave with his stingy little heart and is most miserable! I don't love his miserable self! I love that he learned his heart was two sizes too small!

It's Christmas and Grinch tries his dead level best to destroy every last vestige of joy in Whoville by stealing Christmas. His efforts totally fail because the Whos in Whoville have hearts bigger than the stuff!


SO, what size is your heart? Just sayin' !!!

Monday, June 3, 2013

A Block of Wood and Two Boys

It is only a little block of wood that a boy named Peter carved into an Indian head tie-slide 50 years ago. It is cleverly carved and painted. Peter's sister gave it to my grandson about a week ago.

Tonight was a Scout Court of Honor for Troop 1807. My grandson Matthew was the MC. He dressed up in his Scout uniform this afternoon. He put on his tie rolled in its 12 twists and threaded his tie through the carved Indian head.

When our son Duncan got up to give the "Scoutmaster Minute" at the end of the Court of Honor tonight, he talked about the things we leave behind. He talked about footprints we leave behind. He held up the little Indian head slide and talked about Peter. Peter carved that Indian head the day he returned with his mom from a Scout camping trip. On the way home Peter and his mom were both killed in a car wreck. That little Indian head slide is one of the things Peter left behind. Our son challenged the boys and others there to consider what they might leave behind.

Then the end of the program came and our grandson announced that a Scout named Ryan would play taps. His dad helped Ryan wheel to the front. Ryan - BIG grin on his face - touched his computer smart board attached to his power chair and the sound of taps played while his fellow Scouts sang the words:

Day is done, gone the sun,
From the hills, from the lake,
From the skies.
All is well, safely rest,
God is nigh.

Peter left a wonderful carved Indian head that my grandson will wear and treasure. I hope Matthew will pass it along to his own little boy some day! The story of Peter made an imprint on my heart tonight.
AND Scout Ryan also left his imprint on my heart with his beautiful smile and his obvious joy in being a part of Troop 1807 . It DOES matter what we leave behind! I doubt I will ever hear Taps played without thinking of a Scout with a chest full of badges he's earned and a BIG bright smile! God is nigh!