ife is meant to be lived, and grandchildren are in our lives to be experienced, and we will simply celebrate every day we have the opportunity to love and to be grateful.
This time I took the grandchildren and everything was coated with a fresh layer of wonder
With David heading into 1st grade after the summer and Beks starting kindergarten, reading is front and center w
Life really is a great adventure. A great adventure and a remarkable privilege.
I want you to understand where that light comes from and what we are supposed to do with it and where it should go. Light comes from God…
The love spills over. That’s really what made me tear up so often over the weekend. Not so much the pain as the love. Love that is rich, and authentic, and love that points to such overwhelming truth. It wouldn’t hurt so much if it wasn’t so real.
“Don’t hold back!” my grandchildren are saying. “Don’t hold back!” I was saying to the Tuckahoe Presbyterians. “Don’t hold back! Jesus is reminding me, “live like you mean it.”
Maybe it really is true that the younger children are, the closer they are to remembering – that they have a history with God (that we all have a history), a story we easily forget in this terrestrial plane, and that so much of faith is really about remembering…