Grandchildren have got to be the best thing that has ever happened to me. It is a love that is so different than mother-child love. Just as deep, just as wide, but different.
My daughter and her husband have one daughter. She is a little ball of love and giggles and attitude. When I see her I just want to melt. I want to sit down and just watch and absorb every moment. I want to celebrate that my role is just to love her. That’s it. Just to love her. So simple. How ridiculous is that?
Just love ‘em – that is so worthy of celebration. So simple.
[pullquote width=”300″ float=”left”]In my Lenten devotional, it strikes me that so much of what I am meditating on has to do, not with the Cross and the Empty Tomb, but with the celebration of life, the life that we have because of all that God did.[/pullquote]Our family was recently blessed with two more grandchildren when my son and his wife adopted two little boys, brothers, from an orphanage in Costa Rica. I was concerned that it might feel different, that my love would be different for these little guys than it is for my granddaughter. But I was so wrong. So beyond wrong. I melt into them just as I do with her. I want to just sit and watch and absorb. (And I get to do that a lot since they don’t speak a lot of English yet, so translation by their parents slows it all down a bit.) I realize my role is the same. Just to love ‘em. I am up to that challenge.
Just love ‘em – that is so worthy of celebration. So very simple.
Those words – just love ‘em – are so much bigger than this one single season of my life. My role, as a Christian, is just to love them. And ‘them’ is more than my grands. It’s the people I already love, and the people I really don’t care for, and it’s the people that annoy, and it’s the people I usually overlook. It’s the people. That’s who we are to love. The people.
And to love BIG, like God loves us.
Easter is this month. In my Lenten devotional, it strikes me that so much of what I am meditating on has to do, not with the Cross and the Empty Tomb, but with the celebration of life, the life that we have because of all that God did. The scope is bigger than one weekend of events. All of the history that led up to it. All of the teaching that Jesus did to upturn the unloving of the day. All of the pain that Jesus endured.
I have come to believe that Easter is God’s best-planned, calculated, strategic, escapade of escape, motivated by one thing. Love.
Just love ‘em. And then do whatever you can do to show ‘em.
Can we do any less than he did for us?
In this season of my life, and in this season of Easter celebration, I want to remember that our role is always and forever to ‘just love ‘em.’ So simple we miss it. So simple we have no excuse not to.