My Bubbies

My bubbies (nickname for my grand sons) are my joy. I talk to them on the phone several times a week. My Jonathan loves his granny and you can hear it in his voice when he says, "Hi granny! What are you going to send me in my box this time?":0} I send the boys a box of "goodies" twice a month. His mommy doesn't like it when the first thing out of his mouth is about the box, but she really enjoys getting it too! I always want to enjoy the days, hours and/or minutes that God gives me like a gift that is a surprise. What will today hold that will make me excited to open it? You know what -- only a day, hour and/or minute LIVED FOR MY SAVIOR should make me excited. To see what God will do in my life today. Good, bad or indifferent it should be lived for Him! Then my excitement, peace, contentment, and joy will be complete. Help me Lord to live for you!

Here's a short note about my Ethan. When he talks to me on the phone he walks around showing me things. "See my toy granny?" "Yeah, that's a great toy!" "No it's not, granny. It's broken." "Oh, I didn't see that." :0} "Can you see my stister, Kaelyn?" "Yes, she's a happy girl." "Granny, she's crying." Ok, so now I question him about everything he "shows" me :0}

Another short story:
My mom would always run this scenario with her grand children: " ______ (name of child), you know what?"- "No, what?"- "I love you." Then it changed to: " ______, you know what?"- "I love you (spoken by the child real fast). OOOOHHHH I beat you bad grandma." Then it became a race: "______, you know what?"- "I love you, I beat you bad." Both grandma and child yelling trying to beat the other to the punch. So now when "anyone" in my family says, "You know what?" Everyone races to say, "I love you. I beat you bad." We always let the little ones win. The other day I was on the phone with my mom and my husband walked into the room and realized I was talking to my mom and said, "I love you, beat you bad!" Now we chide one another about the "rules" of LYBYB. But none abide by any "rules". My mom puts LYBYB on her letters. So we call her before we open her letters and tell her "Love you, beat you bad" just so we can win. We can't beat our Savior to the punch though. He spread His arms and went willingly to the cross and said, "I love you, beat you bad." He didn't stop there either. He shows us continually. Lamentations 3:22-23. I know He loves it when we show Him that we love Him. Have you shown Him that you love HIM?