Won’t you join us?
So here is my five short, bold, beautiful minutes using the word “unexpected” that was suggested.
Unexpected the way I love these grandchildren.
Unexpected the joy that comes even when he is disobedient and crawls onto the table to cram a large cookie into his mouth before we can take it away from him.
Those eyes, looking back at me are of the generation before. What will they see? What will they show? Will it be exciting, or serious?
Unexpected how fast the years pass, and one generation becomes the nesxt. Heard someone say that grandchildnren were your reward for not killing your childrne.
They are great treasures!
Unexpected to see myself growing older. I look at my hands and see my grandmother’s hands. The wrinkles are beginning and I don’t like that. But i remember her wrinkles as soft and fun to move around. Like my mothers hands are now, like mine are becomeing. Like these little ones will be one day, God willing.
Unexpected tears thinking of the five generations, my grandmother to my grandchild.
Unexpected joy this morning thinking about family; Expected and intentional prayer of thankfulness being given.
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