Friday was an overnighter with the granddaughter. We've been keeping her overnight since she was just weeks old and now she she asks early in the week...
"Grammy, can I stay with you on Friday?"
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| Saying Goodbye to Mama. Lindsey's 5 months pregnant. Can you tell? |
The days of diaper changing and
bottle feeding are gone for now.
Now it's more like,
"Grammy I can't let you through unless
you say the magic words".
OR
"Make breakfast for my friend Justin, too"
or
"Grammy, don't sit there... Justin's sitting there."
(Justin is Rissa's invisible Power Rangers friend.)
At night she falls to her knees and closes her eyes tightly.
And it's there that she sees God.
Each time she asks God to bless someone, her hands clench tighter and tighter... as though God will hear her and grant her request, should her prayers be accompanied by tightly clenched eyes and hands.
And He will.
Matthew 18:3 Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.
Dear Diary,
Let me quote something my Mom used to say. 'Gracie! I should have named you Trouble!' That line had been dropped for some time ~ but it is now back. Well, this is the thing... her and Dad were hiding underneath the dining room table with the little cookie kid, and I was getting absolutely no attention whatsoever... so I decided to take matters into my own paws, so to speak. Or jaws ~ whatever way you might want to look at it. I chewed up an old coloring book that Mom says her and Lindsey used to color pictures in when Lindsey was a little girl ~ like the cookie kid. I'm not sorry I did it. I got the attention I was looking for. Mission accomplished. Gracie.
