FRIDAY, JULY 15, 2011
Two Grandsons and the Common Place
in the hard places,
These are the words that I had spoken to a group of ladies
the day before.
The day before … my common place occurred.
Two of my daughters (with a combined total of five children) had spent the night with us,
I was one excited mama because both of my girls would be leading worship for our church family that morning.
It was going to be a great day in the Lord!
It was the voice of my youngest daughter. It sounded serious
I bounded down the stairs, Superman style, to see if I could save the day.
Much to my chagrin, when I arrived in the kitchen,
I saw my husband cooking breakfast with spatula in hand.
Gabriel had, unbeknownst to her (or anyone else for that matter), helped himself into my spice drawer.
Had it been only spices, it would not have been a problem.
But, no! In his curious investigation, this little boy had discovered…
… and to his mother’s horror!
My eyes trailed from his face to his hands, which looked like perfect indigo gloves!
(Do you really believe this?)
My countenance changed, however, as I turned my attention to his mother.
Her beautiful dress (the only dress she had packed) now sported several hand prints, which were not a part of the original pattern.
She and I ran upstairs where she quickly disrobed and I went to work on getting out the food coloring.
Now, with happy and relieved daughter, I could get on with my morning preparation! Back upstairs I went.
But what should I hear next? Another cry coming from downstairs …
Tearing around the corner into our dining room,
I approached the crime scene!
There sat eight-year-old Jordan in his brand new …
Ahh! As good as new … and another happy and relieved daughter! It was a crazy morning, that morning at my house.
Being a grandma takes me back to yesteryear when I had
five little ones at home.
Little ones who were making their own messes on a Sunday morning,
in the hard places where life happens…
in the low places where springs flow.