Praying for my precious grandchildren this morning, I
realised I’ve got a great spot there in the prayer window to plant a Garden of
Gorgeous Grandchildren. So I’m hanging each of their pictures there so that as
I pray, I see those beautiful smiling faces. I am so blessed, and so grateful.
One of those beautiful faces, though, I can’t see, because
he was born straight into the arms of Jesus, on whose face he looks now. I
remember him, too, though, and anticipate that day when I meet him. I don’t
need his picture: I carry him in my heart.
We don’t really need reminders of those we love, but it is
such a blessing to live in an age when we can gaze on their beautiful faces
whenever we want to.
If I can feel such overflowing love for my children,
daughters-in-law and grandchildren, imagine how much love the Father feels for
us, despite all our messy mistakes and poor choices.
We don’t need to imagine it. We only need look at the cross.
Easter is coming! Joy to the world!
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