It was the sweetest of days — even though it technically was a rain out. Seven-year-old Zachariah and five-year-old Rosemary decided since their playdates were a washout, the next best thing was to accompany Mom to the gym. This grammy was deeply blest to be a vital link for the excursion. While Mommy worked out, for them to be allowed on the track, they needed their GaGa to accompany them. Of course, I was honored, privileged and delighted to walk by their side. In honesty, at one point, my long legs needed to switch gears into overdrive to keep up with their short, running legs!
The gift of the day was not mine to them but theirs to me. They might have needed their GaGa to walk/run, but their GaGa needed them to feel she was soaring with angels. Lap after lap, I listened to their juvenile voices speak love and wisdom beyond their years. Big brother watched over his shoulder to make sure little sister was not outdistanced and left behind. Little sister followed closely, trusting the path big brother was blazing. This grammy brought up the rear while thanking God for sibling love in a world where hate often overrides caring for, and about, others.
As the track circled round where their Mommy was exercising, their little hands waved the sign language symbol of love. They also blew kisses. They were proud, not shy or embarrassed, to let the world see the love in their hearts. Again, my eyes shifted heavenward and expressed deep gratitude for two little hearts filled with great big love.
Is it any wonder Christ declared, “…Truly, I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.”. Matthew 18:3 (NIV)
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