Day by day He fills my life with good things. With great things. With wonderful things. With difficult things. With the awareness of Him with me.

But I never knew the thought of a grandchild would feel this way…


There is an indescribable awe growing in me at the thought of the child of my child, a new generation on this earth as a result of my marriage.

And the sweet parents of this little ones, they chose to not find out the gender of the baby until we could all find out together, two generations welcoming the third one with joy.

We went to dinner, scoped the place out and decide to ask whomever would sit at the table to our left next to open up the well-taped index card that held the few words revealing the secret. They played along.

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We giggled. My heart soared. It was a she. She is a she.

We will play in the fields, she and I, and we’ll run and pick flowers and look at bugs and butterflies. We are going to make cookies, she and I, the kind my husband’s mother made for him when he was a little boy, and he will tell her about her, and we will read The Little Prince together, my own father’s favorite book of all times, and I will tell her of him, and together we will jump on the stones of time scattered over the river of life, one at a time, and we will live. Really live.

As we walked out of the restaurant into the busy street, the secret giggle in my soul grew even wider, and richer, and fuller, and louder. And people were everywhere, talking and laughing and walking all over the sidewalk, and it smelled like wine and summer and sweat and the week-end, but I was only aware of the joy that was taking me over.

And I never knew that joy could take one over like that, and dance with one’s soul like tomorrow is a rainbow, and a tree house and Christmas all at once.

That night, we looked at the sonogram of our little one at least a hundred times, and I saw her bounce all around to the music of her momma’s heart beat, and her little tongue stick out and her tiny fingers reach for her momma’s womb and she just made me smile. And my husband, he just watched. And he smiled.

Her momma took my hand and placed it on her belly and I sensed our little girl flutter through the skin. And awe took over my heart.

And I never knew that awe could take one over like that, and take over one’s soul like tomorrow is a walk in the woods, and a piece of cheesecake and warm socks all at once.

I grew three children inside of my very own body. I know about the flutters of life that turn into kicks. I birthed them and even fed them milk from my very own body.

But I never knew about the deep joy of a coming grandchild.  This sense of my very own life flowing through my child to the next generation. This awe of time that goes and goes and goes and repeats itself but it’s always brand new because life begins again.

And the words, they fail me.

And the joy, it overpowers me. And I fall to my knees and I thank God in heaven, the Father of all generations, the One who sees His own reflection in the children He birthed, in the children He loves.

And my Father, He smiles. Because He set it up just right.

Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp

one-thousand7#772  Homemade manicotti with my sister-in-law

#773 Reading a book in French

#774 A new walk in the woods

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