The Sprint

I haven't seen my grandchildren in quite some time. I miss them more than you can imagine. I miss their smiles and their hugs and their innocence. The blessings that come with grandchildren are too too numerous to even begin to count. I am very grateful for these six little ones and I love them all very much! There is no week that goes by that they are not in my thoughts and prayers. Each day as I sit at the computer, I look at the pictures of these six beauitful children and I feel blessed. They live far from me and so I don't get to see them as often as I'd like. But when I have the pleasure of visiting, I am always amazed at how God loves me enough to bless me with them and the experience of being their grandmother. It is one blessing after another. I love every minute of time with them, but one of the most wonderful things about going to visit them is the sprint.

When I drive up to their house, the first thing I see is little faces pressed to the window, watching for Grandma. I know they have been waiting anxiously for my arrival. Before I even have my seatbelt unfastened, they sprint out of the door and right into my arms. They begin talking before they even get to me, loudly and excitedly telling me that "they cleaned their room" and that they want to "show me what they made in school " and that they "have a present for me" and "do I want to hear the new song they learned" and can I "watch them do a somersault". Amidst hugs and kisses, the litany of information continues. When I sit down, they sit on me. When I move, they move. In order to get a drink of water, I must remove a small hand from mine. It is wonderful!
I have prayed that I would love like these children---that I would watch for my Savior. I pray that I will take every opportunity to press my face upon against the windows of my world, watching, looking, anxious for His return. Just as my grandchildren get more anxious as the time for my arrival gets closer, so I want to be anxious for His arrival. I want to have the room of my heart cleaned and ready. I want to learn things that will make Him proud so that when He comes, I will be excited to show Him how I've grown and what I've learned. I know that when He comes, I will sprint to Him, and from that moment on, where He goes, I will go. Should He need to use His hand, He will have to remove mine from it and should He need to move, He will most likely have to move me first, for I will be close to Him, not wanting Him to be away from me for even a minute.
Each day as I spend time in His Word and in prayer, I get more anxious. I am ready to go live with Him forever. I try to keep my heart and mind clean and I work to grow in wisdom and knowlege. I strive to keep a clean conscience and to be a good representative of Him. And each day, as I press my nose to the glass, I watch and look, waiting for His return, readying myself to sprint into His arms of love. I stretch and watch and stretch some more, and I imagine myself running to Him, laughing and shouting, exhilarated by the idea that He is really here and He is here to see ME! How cool is that?

Blessings
Neva