Time Traveler (The Fruit of the Spirit is Goodness)

My husband, Rich, and the boys went out to toss the football around before dinner. I curled up on the living room couch where I could watch them play. I maybe dozed off just a tiny bit.

I opened my eyes when the front door opened and my thirteen-year-old burst in and headed straight for the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator looking hopefully inside. Close behind was his blond-haired little brother followed by a nice looking older gentleman with salt-and-pepper hair. Something seemed a bit off.

The teenager with his head in the fridge called, "Grandma, can I have some grapes?" I had expected to hear, "Mom, what's to eat?"

Life suddenly slid back into focus. These were my grandchildren and the gray-haired older man rubbing his football-throwing shoulder, my husband. I felt like a time traveler.

I smiled as tears came to my eyes. Good tears. God gave me a tangible reminder of all He has blessed me with. As I viewed a quick replay of a treasured time of life, I felt the continuity of family, the blessing of memories and the importance of paying attention to my days.

For a brief moment I had been with my children—grown men now in their forties. What a gift! But, oh my, how I cherish the reality of my two grandsons who look just their father and uncle. They feel at home here. The fridge and cupboards are fair game. Grandma and Grandpa are relaxed with them and they feel it. We are "soft touches". We try not to give in too easily so the boys enjoy feeling like they know how to talk us into things. They don't realize how happy saying "yes" makes us.

They were spending the night and after dinner and a movie, my thirteen-year-old (who is taller than me and doesn't fit on the couch anymore) curled up with his head in my lap and asked me to rub his back and tell him family stories. He likes to hear about his great-grandfather's and their brother's service during WWII. He's heard most of the stories before but there is comfort in the repetition for both of us. In a few minutes I felt his breathing change and knew he was asleep.

Hold him for a while longer, Annie. He's growing up so fast and this may be a "last time" moment. Tuck the memory in your heart, Grandma!

Meanwhile, my eight-year-old grandson was busy filling a notebook with dragon pictures. A different type of dragon for each page. That's a lot of dragons! We looked at them all as he explained them in detail. The "Fire Dragon," the "Earth Dragon," the "Forest Dragon...." I was hit with another "hold this moment" feeling.

When we were all finally tucked in bed, I looked over at the handsome man with the envious head of thick, gray hair. Forty-seven years since we committed our lives to each other. I knew beyond a doubt that whatever has been and whatever may come, I have been given much to treasure and have been treasured in return. I will hold all my times close to my heart and, every now and then, sit down on the couch, relax and enjoy a bit of time travel. 

"So teach us to number our days, that we may present to Thee a heart of wisdom."  Psalm 90:12

What was your last "hold this moment" experience?

 

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