Every now and then I am taken aback with the surprise of the unexpected; especially if the unexpected are unearthed words I had forgotten I once wrote.
While I’m not one to fill up journals with my personal thoughts and prayers, I do dream through my words penned to paper on occasion.
This particular afternoon twelve years ago and prior to having grandchildren, I remember daydreaming about what it might mean to be grandmother.
That day I wondered if my heart was full of enough love to overflow into another generation, unaware then how many grandchildren would fill my lap.
I wanted to pass on memories of all kinds; holidays, special foods, traditions our grandchildren could remember their whole life, special time at their grandparent’s house and a legacy rich in Jesus.
Papa and I were overwhelmed at the thought of our children having children. We were nervous and excited all wrapped into one package of joy we hadn’t opened before.
How do you prepare to be a grandmother?
I imagined their faces taking our breath at first glance, catching us off guard with the miracle of life we held; faces already seen and watched by God as they grew in the secret place of their mother, already known to God before the beginning of time.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body, all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them!
Psalm 139:15-17 NIV
One afternoon I imagined the wonders of being a grandmother.
My dreams were caught on paper, but mere words were beyond inadequate to what God was preparing in advance for this grandmother.
If I only knew then what I have experienced now.
Children are a gift from God, and it has been Christmas ever since that first little grandchild called me Gaga.
Now to him who is able to do immeasurably
More than all we ask or imagine,
according to his power that is at work within us.
Ephesians 3:20 NIV
My heart before becoming a grandmother.
A GRANDMA TOO IS BORN
By Lori A Alicea
A baby comes into your life,
A family, mom and dad.
Their life gives birth to all their dreams,
For nine months, that they’ve had.
Kizzie Mae Pearl
Ten fingers, toes, they count them all,
Their hearts in two, are torn.
And yet, another miracle behold,
A grandma too is born.
A woman who had raised her kids,
And thought her job was done.
Yet God had other plans for her,
Another race to run.
An early morning feeding time,
Reserved for us to share.
The trips we take up to the stars,
While rocking in our chair.
The lullabies I’ll sing to you,
Lay kisses on your head.
You’ll snuggle back in peaceful rest,
My arms become your bed.
Hollis Blake C.
I think about you night and day,
Your life, my heart adorn.
How unprepared and overwhelmed,
When grandmas too are born.
Cova Grace Marie
The Friday nights we’ll spend with you,
When mom and dad go out.
Where rules stay in the diaper bag,
We’ll laugh, and scream no doubt.
The play dates that we’ll get to take,
Can’t wait, a shear delight.
And stories that your gramps will tell,
He’ll rock you in the night.
My prayers each day, the will of God,
His perfect plan for you.
Your steps already figured out,
His voice will speak to you.
But you must learn to listen close,
His Word will guide your way.
And grandmas here to share with you,
The things of God each day.
Rich blessings for you little one,
My heart in two is torn.
It can’t contain the love I feel,
This grandma has been born.