I teach Bible study in my home.
We meet every other Thursday.
Some of us have been studying God’s Word together for over eighteen years.
We have prayed for each other and supported each other.

There is a woman who comes to Bible study with her grandson.
He was quite little when he first came.
He would nap on his Grandma’s lap while we studied the Word.
He loves whatever I bake and usually enjoys whatever is on his Grandma’s plate.

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I saw her sitting two rows in front of me.
She came into church with her daddy and her sister.
It was obvious that they were related.
It was in the eyes.

The youngest little girl turned back at one point.
Our eyes met.
She smiled.
I smiled back.

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My husband retired from his career four years ago.
He loved his job; he was and is highly respected in his field.
He always said he would retire after forty years.
However, no one knows what the other side of retirement holds.

Literally, on the day of his retirement, he received his first request to consult in his industry.
He told me about it and I was very excited for him.
We went out to dinner that night to celebrate his retirement.
His surprise party happened a month later.

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I went to breakfast with a friend this morning.
How wonderful to have time, uninterrupted time, to sit and talk.
We ordered our omelettes and sat for two hours and caught up.
There are so many things to say to this friend, my prayer partner of many years.

We saw people we knew in the restaurant.
They tucked us in a booth in the back, which was perfect for conversation.
This restaurant, known for its breakfast and lunch, was filled with people.
It was a windy day and it seemed that everyone came in to get warm from the cold.

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Two of my granddaughters arrived at the back door.
They ran from the driveway to the kitchen door as fast as their little legs could carry them.
I imagined them jumping down from the mini van as soon as the car door opened.
I heard their footsteps as they came down the walkway.

Then I hear the knock, rhythmic and predictable.
I opened the door with genuine joy and open arms.
They came bounding in with hugs all around.
The little one said, I’m at Grandma’s house, with such joy on her face.

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When my children were young, there were always little surprises on special days.
Valentine’s Day presents were especially fun.
My husband would send a bouquet of flowers for me with five balloons attached.
He would choose a balloon for each child, knowing which one they would enjoy.

Those balloons were usually tied to the bottom of their bed.
With cathedral ceilings in areas, it was wise to keep the balloons in a room with low ceilings.
Getting the balloons on Valentine’s Day is something they remember fondly.
Now, it’s time for Grandma to think of the next generation.

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I have a triangular dinner bell that hangs on a column near my kitchen.
It was not used to call my family to dinner, since I didn’t have it then.
I actually bought it to call the women who come to my home for Bible study.
I always have coffee or tea and something baked so they can fellowship for a while.

However, I needed a way to let them know we were about to begin.
It was a gentle way to say, It’s time!
My voice was not loud enough to get their attention while they were talking to each other.
The bell had a sound that was set apart from the din of conversation.

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Father, you have blessed me with this child of my child.
I search the tiny face and see glimpses of the child I bore so many years ago.
I remember the tiny fingers that closed around mine.
I remember the rosebud mouth as I waited for that first smile.

And now I hold this little one who brings me back, yet moves me forward.
I pray for all the possibilities that You have sovereignly placed in this child.
You have a purpose for this little one that no one else can fulfill.
My grandchild has a special place in this world and a special place in my heart.

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I began to take piano lessons when I was six years old.
My fingers were just barely able to reach an octave.
That was the prerequisite for my piano teacher.
My piano teacher was British, her wavy gray hair always perfectly in position.

My mother drove me to her house every Wednesday for my 4:00 lesson.
Most times I came prepared.
Sometimes I had not practiced as I should.
My teacher always knew and I was always surprised.

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I was waiting for the package.
I received an email telling me that the package had shipped.
I received another email telling me the package would be late.
The package never came.

I kept checking the tracking number.
The package was stalled.
It did indeed ship.
It was not delivered.

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