It's the day after Christmas and all the kids and grandkids have gone home. That makes me sad. I awakened on Christmas Eve morning and was as giddy as a 10 year old anticipating Santa. Except for me the excitement was in getting to see my kids and their kids. Something is different when it comes to being a grandparent. Natalie was first and I was there in the room when she was born. My son-in-law was in Afghanistan and my wife was our daugher's birth coach. I stood just beyond the cloth screen and when the nurse brought her to the cleaning table I moved in. There she was, crying and waving her hands in the air. I reached down with a finger from each hand and she latched on. Throughout the cleaning, shots and check up Natalie held onto my fingers. I Paryed! I Praised God! and I cried. I prayed the prayer found in Ephesians 1:15-19. I prayed it for Nathan and Joy; for Cathy and myself and I prayed it for Natalie.
Russ has been the object of the same attention in the prayer closet. I see the hand of God on both of these eternal creatures and thank him daily for the privilege of being in their line. Thank you God for Nathan, Michael, Joy, Chuck and Valarie.
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