Second Breakfast

Two of my granddaughters are here.
Their mommy and daddy attended a wedding this past weekend.
We have the joy and the privilege of having them with us.
I made sure all their favorite things were ready for them.

We met our son at a halfway point.
The girls were squealing and waving furiously as we pulled up next to their mini van.
The door opened and they ran out to give us big hugs, as they call them.
Big hugs, from the younger one, envelop our knees and from the older one, encircle our legs.

The six-year-old spoke first; they were words I expected.
Though I expect them, I never quite anticipate her exact request.
She told me right then and there what she would like to have for breakfast the next morning.
I tried not to laugh, but it was so sweet and funny at the same time.

Grandma, can I have eggs, fruit, and your famous waffles for breakfast tomorrow?
My waffles are by no means famous, though they are homemade.
She loves them with a little butter and syrup.
And can I have the eggs I can cut myself?

The eggs she can cut herself are hard boiled eggs.
I have an egg slicer, which has a lid that you close over the egg.
The lid has metal lines that actually slices the egg for you.
My granddaughter thinks that slicing her own egg is great fun.

Per her request, my granddaughter had her eggs, and fruit, and Grandma’s famous waffle.
She went off to play with her sister.
About an hour later, she came into the kitchen: Grandma, can I have another waffle?
I would like a second breakfast; I’m a Hobbit.

I gave her a big hug.
You are MY Hobbit, I told her, as I laughed at the description of herself.
Of course, I gave her another waffle with butter and syrup.
Second breakfast it is!

Of making many books there is no end, and much study wearies the body. (Ecclesiastes 12:12b)

We are a reading family.
Good books, classic books, and audible books, are always at our disposal.
Once you read a book, it becomes a part of you.
You often begin to see the world through a different lens.

My son and daughter-in-love enjoy Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings trilogy.
I love the books as well.
I remember talking about Hobbits with my granddaughter a while ago.
I may have even talked about how much they loved to eat.

She remembered it correctly and applied Tolkien’s literature to herself.
She had a second breakfast because she is a Hobbit.
When I told her Mommy and Daddy what she had said, my daughter-in-love laughed.
Oh, yes! She did me proud! she said with a big smile.

The books have not been read to her, nor has she read them herself.
That will change as she gets older.
Even simple discussions about good books had a impact on her.
She knows something from literature that she applied to herself as she had more breakfast.

Imagine what THE good Book can do if taught to our children.
Imagine what they can learn and apply from all that God has said in His Word.
More than a second breakfast and Hobbits, they will learn about how much God loves them.
They will learn how Jesus, fully God and fully man, died in their place on the cross.

They will learn that the way back to the Father is only through His Son, Jesus.
They will learn that they sin, but there is forgiveness if they confess their sin to God.
They will learn about God’s love, His mercy, His justice, and His power.
They will learn about the great cloud of witnesses who have gone before them.

They will begin to see the world through the lens of Scripture.
I am loved.
I am forgiven.
I am made in God’s image.

God’s Word is the ultimate GOOD Book.
As they learn God’s Word, it will become a part of them.
They will see the world through a new lens.
Viewing the world through the lens of Scripture changes everything.