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Those little monkeys!!

It’s got to be the morning after! Shoe-grinding dirt on my metal circular staircase in my den, paper towels cut into every conceivable shape scattered across my desk, a partially undressed doll lying in the middle of the floor and beds that need to be made are all evidence of the remnants of Grant and London’s “leave-behinds.”

I like a little order and this might normally throw me into a 3-5 on the Annoyance Meter. But instead, I pick up the doll, carefully help her with her dignity and smile, choosing to remember the giggles instead. As I make the bed, there is a sense of pride that they actually laid down for their nap without fidgeting toward a secure spot in the Guinness Book of World Records for procrastination. Moving toward my desk, I obviously have to pause to discard the paper towels. But upon closer inspection, I see logical shapes and figures. Not bad! Hey, and the circular staircase needed a little cleaning anyway.

Are these rationalizations from a spoiling grandpa? Actually, it emanates from thinking about the little “left-behinds” I leave for God and His undying patience for His clean-up of me. They call it grace. With all of this that I’ve experienced, I’m growing a healthy bank account of grace myself…to give away.

Instead of getting mad, I say, “They’re my little monkeys, Grant and London.” I see the figurines and not the sloppy paper towels. There’s a tremendous amount of grace to go around when it’s your progeny. That’s how God feels about you when you come to understand that you’re his offspring through the blood of Jesus: “For you are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus.” Galatians 3:26

So, if you’ll indulge me, take a quick look at the photo below. You might see an extra monkey in there. And he’s being held by the next generation of grace-givers. Look even closer and we’re all smiling.

Picture yourself being held like that by God the Father. You’ll both be smiling as well.

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In a beautiful moment on a beautiful summer morning, still-sleepy Grant (3) and London (19 months) walk slowly up to Pops (that would be me) and sit in my lap one at a time on my sister’s deck.

In London’s case, she is stiller than the Hudson on a calm day. I simply hold her and she is content with only that. I get to rub her shoulders. But what really gets me are her blond ringlets and I mean ringlets. She is still enough for me to distinguish the nuances of the shades of blonds and red highlights and I’m amazed at the details.

When kids are tired, they don’t ask you, “Can we play?” or “Can I have a drink?” or “I’m hungry.”

They just sit in Pops’ lap. That’s enough.

Before they had come out to the deck, I had been talking to God about just learning to appreciate Him for who He is because I had just been reading my journal from yesterday where I had asked God a lot of questions about some heavy things in my life and today that list had actually grown to include some regrets. On this morning, God got me while I was tired…tired of myself. Tired enough of trying on my own to just come to Him. Tired enough to really receive His forgiveness and, the cherry on the top, His hug.

It took a couple of toddlers to remind me how my Heavenly Pop sees me. I don’t see them as the kids who stole each others’ tippy cups from each other yesterday or how they whined or hit one anotherImage. I really don’t think He’s thinking about the actions that caused my regrets. I think He’s glad I showed up on the deck this morning just to be with Him.

Like I said, it’s a beautiful morning.

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