Thursday, 21 November 2019

The Blessing

There are days when I just don't know how I'm going to be able to carry on. Do you ever have days like that? I'm sure you do too.

Perhaps it's all a part of being a member of the human race, compounded by existing in a fallen world. Sin? Stress? A combination of both, combined with perhaps countless other contributors? Who knows?! Sometimes life just sucks, despite our best efforts!

All theology aside, I've had a plethora of days like that lately.

However, almost three years ago, something happened to me that helped to greatly reduce the anxiety and stress of those workplace blues; I became a grandfather, or as I'm now known, an Opa. Suddenly, that infamous and anonymous mantra, "If I'd known grandkids could be this much fun, I'd have had them first," seemed to make a lot of sense. Life suddenly turned a new page and became unbelievably joyous once again. Strange how the arrival of a grandchild (or two, in my case) can have such a profound effect.

Yesterday, after work, the plan was that I would go to my daughter's home, and pick up my wife who had been visiting and helping out there for most of the day. As usual, my brain was toast; the workplace junk of the day had all but sapped the life out of me. Still, dutifully after work I went as planned; my better half needed a ride home, and a quick hello and hug with the grandbabies is, of course, always a welcomed benefit too.

I walked into my daughter's house and she greeted me with, "Do you want a little girl?" The tired side of me wanted to say, "No." The Opa side of me instinctively said, "Yes." My little 8-month old granddaughter was crying buckets of big tears, as she went through the pain of teething. I know that all you parents and grandparents can relate.

I walked up to her, speaking softly to her and wiping those giant tears with my finger, and she began to settle down and even smile at me. Whatever my previous problems were, were no longer relevant; a precious little girl was teething, and apparently needing her Opa. That became the priority.

Meanwhile, my almost three year old grandson was downstairs playing with my wife. He heard me come in, and promptly ran upstairs to see his Opa. It wasn't long before both grandbabies were bouncing on my lap and having a good time (my daughter even captured the moment on a beautiful photo, which I shall always cherish).

After a while, who really knows how long, my granddaughter wound up back in my daughter's arms. Suddenly, out of the blue, my grandson looks up at me and says, "Opa, sing me a song." Before I knew it, and completely unrehearsed, I softly sang to him, "Jesus loves me." Throughout my less than stellar performance, my grandson put his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms tightly around my neck for what could have been an eternity. As I stumbled through the song, hoping I didn't screw up the lyrics too badly, he just sat there quietly and held on tight.

Three year olds never sit quietly for much … ever.

When finally the beautiful stranglehold embrace subsided, a new peace resided in my heart. Whatever the junk of the business world was that had previously torn me apart, suddenly and strangely was completely absent. I was fussing about … what?

Maybe that's why God created grandchildren; they were blessed with the beautiful ability of calming down the nerves of us old codgers, who have wrestled our workplaces for more years than we can or want to admit, settling us down and reminding us that, God is good.

Peace and Blessings, my friends. God is good.

"May you see your children's children!"
Psalm 128:6


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