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CHILDREN AND CHRISTMAS

Many years ago, too many to count, I became the father of three wonderful children. Not all at once, you understand, but one by one. The first one, a little red-headed daughter, we named Cheryl. I was a young sailor, far away in Guam when she was born. It would be several months before I met her in person for the first time. She was a delight in the life of her very young parents. Grandparents were so excited.

Two years and four months later, another little girl came into our lives. We named this little bundle, Kimberly. Kim, as she became known, was a delight in the life of her older but still young parents. Experienced in parenthood, or so we thought, we doted on this new baby in our family. Grandparents were excited at the arrival of their second granddaughter.

Thirteen months later, a little boy was born into this growing family. We named Him Charles. Charlie, as he is known only by family, was, as his older siblings were, a delight in our young family. Now we were really parents with a great deal of knowledge of parenting skills. NOT, but, proud of our family unit. Of course, his older sisters were very proud as well. And his grandparents were thrilled at a boy coming into our lives.

That was then, this is now. My children are now grown with children of their own, the girls with grandchildren as well. It is only a matter of time until my son becomes a grandfather, too. As for this great-grandfather, that makes me so very proud.  I am so proud of my children, my grandchildren and my great-grandchildren.

I wish I would have written a book about all these years as they came and went, back when my memory was much more lucid. I could talk about vacations we took back and forth to different states, about bus rides for hours on end, and back to their childhood when clothes flew out a window. We could talk about those teenage years, of wrecked cars, yes, each child experienced that predicament. We could talk about band and baseball, good grades and not so good grades. We could talk about what they THOUGHT they got away with. Probably not those deeds they actually did get away with. We could talk about the cats and the dogs and Christmases past.

God willing, this will be my seventy-eight Christmas on this earth. I write this to say how much I treasure my family, how much I love each and every one of them.  The distance between our families is only in the miles and not in the love we have for each other. We spent many Christmases together and some were even in hard times.  As adults, we do not always get the opportunity to spend every Christmas together in person, but we always have each other in our hearts. The family has grown by leaps and bounds and I feel very gratified by their love. And now my children entertain their children and grandchildren in celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ.They make their own traditions and customs. That is how it should be.

Wanting this to be a very public announcement of how much I love my family, I post this enthusiastically and say;

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY CHILDREN. I LOVE YOU

AND MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY READERS

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Two Peas in a Pod

That famous idiom conjures up the imagination of most when they see twins. Supposedly, the two are indistinguishable from each other.  I beg to differ.

In my family, I have four of the greatest great-grandsons. The first and oldest is Judah, at the ripe old age of five. He is quite a funny little guy and an astute individual. He adores his young brothers. Next in line is Zayne. He is a little fellow, I think pushing four and he pushes the envelope with his intelligence. Rounding out the four great-grandsons are Enoch and Ezra, the young brothers of Judah. Each of my great grandsons is special in their own right.

Enoch and Ezra, are twins. Although not identical, they are similar enough to be recognized as “Two Peas in a Pod.”

However, there is where the similarity ceases. For these two are destined to be recognizable in their own right. I am not any sort of prognosticator of the future because of any special knowledge. I can surmise, however, that when God moves into their young lives, great things will happen.

This Sunday, a baby dedication will occur at the church where their parents attend. Enoch and Ezra will be presented to God and their parents will acknowledge that these boys are a gift from the Almighty. In His goodness, God offered these two sons to their mother and father, to be raised in a manner of speaking, as children of God. It is an awesome responsibility. In Luke, we are told that Mary and Joseph presented Jesus before the Lord. What a sight that must have been. Enoch and Ezra, you will have that same experience. of being presented to the Lord.

Enoch and Ezra, I am your great-grandfather. I am not nor have I ever been any special kind of person, just a grandfather. I am entitled to write what I feel. These are words from my heart. In the years to come, there will be bridges to cross, paths to take, choices to make, and doors to open. The world will be at your doorstep. You will make many decisions during your lifetime. It is important, I believe, to ask for guidance from God, our heavenly Father. Because you also have Biblical names, (both were men of God,) it  seems to me that you would make sense of that as well.

When your mother turned thirteen, I wrote her a thirteenth birthday letter. Each of my grandchildren received such a letter on their thirteenth birthday. Thirteenth birthday letters were a way of me acknowledging that my grandchildren were no longer children, but in fact had become teenagers and as such, deserved that recognition. In each of those letters, a theme is prominent. That God is the Source of Life and He should be at the forefront of yours. That is what I want you to take from this. I may or may not be around to write your thirteenth birthday letter. And, just in case I am not, then you may substitute this.

Enoch and Ezra, you both are a gift from God. I treasure that. May you each have a wondrous life. May your dreams be such that you will honor God in each instance. May you never forget that it is He who sustains you. And when the time is right, may you make the decision to follow Christ with a personal relationship.

For me, “Children’s children are a crown to the aged…” Proverbs 17:6.

This is the legacy I hope you will remember. You may be like “Two Peas in a Pod” but you are NOT just any two peas in a Pod. You are special.  You are a gift from God.

Just a proud grandfather

February 24, 2016

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