God gives us everything to enjoy. Tell those who are rich to do good—to be rich in good works. And tell them they should be happy to give and ready to share. By doing this, they will be saving up a treasure for themselves. And that treasure will be a strong foundation on which their future life will be built. They will be able to have the life that is true life. – 1 Timothy 6:17-19
It’s nice to wake up, roll into the kitchen, and see the grandchildren at the counter eating breakfast with their daddy. Morning light streaming in. Grandchild light streaming out. It’s amazing how much life – and noise – two small beings can introduce into a home.
It’s just one of those quick 48-hour visits, but David and Beks move right in and take over the entire house. They’re great kids; they’re happy; they’re polite and follow directions; they play imaginatively with their toys; and they put stuff away when we ask. But they leave a trail. Actually more of a wide swath – the kind Sherman made when he marched through Georgia.
Right now as I write, David is dancing around the back garden “helping” Rebekah water the plants. He’s already 90% soaked through. But he’s out there blooming all the same. One more example of irrepressible life in our constantly resurrecting garden.
Thursday Craig helped me paint the stairwell and the upstairs hallway. He did all the precarious ladder work, and (once again) moved the bar forward when it comes to the definition of epic son-in-law-ness.
So I posted a photo of Craig (left) on Facebook, provoking a general (male) outcry against the dangerous and unfair precedent he set. “Don’t let my in-laws see that picture!” “Stop showing the rest of us up!”
Rebekah and I just smile.
In the afternoon, David helped me make pasta, and we prepared a celebration feast along with the great-grandparents. Four generations of love and thankfulness, and a couple of early gifts for Beks’ number three birthday next weekend.
It was like that all day. Noise; celebration; love; working together; good food; laughter; tears; stories; the good kind of tired.
The grandchildren remind me that life must be fully engaged to reveal all of its wonder, and light, and emotion, and potential. It’s exhausting, of course, and overwhelming at times. But life is exactly what we were created for, and – in our house at least – we appreciate the reminder… if only for a couple of days!
It’s what the writer of 1 Timothy was talking about: “A treasure that will be a strong foundation on which their future life will be built; the life that is true life.”