One of the highlights of life is finding God in our grandchildren. For example, during a summer visit to see my grandkids in Ohio, six-year-old Liam and I went for a bike ride. He’s more agile than I am so he was half a block ahead of me all the way. Before he reached a busy intersection, I shouted, “Wait at the corner, please. No crossing without me, okay?”
He nodded and slowed down as I approached. “I wouldn’t want to lose you,” I said playfully. “You’re my precious grandson.”
“Don’t worry, Magah (the family’s pet name for me). If I die I’ll go straight to heaven.”
“But I’m not ready for that,” I teased. “You’re only six.” I lingered over what he said as we walked our bikes to the other side of the street. I learned something from the words he spoke with such confidence. To trust that God will be with me now and forever after.
Then I remembered what Jesus taught. “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 18:3 The Bible). I had some work to do to reach that goal.
Liam is now twenty-two, driving a car instead of riding a bike, but he continues to inspire me. Finding God in our grandchildren is one of the Lord’s lovely gifts to us during our golden years.
How about your ‘grands?’ Do you have an anecdote to share? We’d love to hear it.
“Children’s children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children.”