Best and Worst

It’s been a year of non-blogging for me, since other things have taken precedence. Although much of 2020 offered up negatives, our family can also report a big 2020-positive. My 15th grandchild, Elias, was born.

This little guy arrived before his due date—well before. At 7 weeks premature, he was expected to need lots of assistance from the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, but he surprised us all. Though he weighed only 4 pounds 3 ounces, he was in great condition and hung around the hospital for just 18 days.

The nurses were impressed with his fast progress, marveling that he never even needed oxygen. Now, three months later, his development is right on schedule, evidenced by his crinkly-eye smiles and lots of direct eye contact.

His diligent parents, Louisa and Teddy, are delighting in this wondrous 2020-positive.

 

 

 

No year, however, is without its negatives, and 2020 delivered a big one to our family. My brother Tom and his wife Leslie were both killed in their own home by an intruder, a shock from which all of us are still trying to recover. The mystery remains unsolved, and our hearts are broken.

On Friday, a new calendar year begins—day #1, week #1, month #1. None of us knows what will happen on the 364 days that will follow, though we’ll probably try to guess. But as my mother used to say, “God only knows, and he won’t tell.”

So how can we move into the new year with confidence when so much is uncertain? There’s only one way—to believe that our omniscient God will tell us everything we need to know, when we need to know it. And all of it, what we’re surmising and what actually occurs, will be coupled with his promise that he’s got the whole world in his hands. That means we as his children have nothing to fear.

As hard as it is for us not to know what’s ahead, we should remember that in every year, there will be negatives but also positives. Our best bet, then, is to simply trust God, leaning on his power and wisdom instead of our own.

“Do not throw away your confidence; it will be richly rewarded. You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised.” (Hebrews 10:35-36)

Taught by a Child

After several weeks of traveling, I’m thankful to be home, though I’ll be packing my suitcase again soon. Since “my people” are always waiting at the other end of each trip, the motivation to go-go-go is strong.

Recently granddaughter Emerald’s parents let me take her on a flight to Florida where daughter Linnea, her husband Adam, and their six children live. Baby May was born in January, so our trip was a chance to see how she’d grown and to catch up with all the others. It would also be a chance for Emerald to spend time with half of her faraway cousins.

Two words describe our week there: happy hubbub.

Though monitoring seven children ages ten and under is hard work, it borders on entertainment. Without demanding too much of us, the kids moved through each day in a joyful pack.

 

There were plenty of messes, most of them accompanied by high volume, but the cousins came up with one play-plan after another — stringing them together like beads on a pretty necklace.  

On the 7th day, however, something unexpected happened. As we all headed outdoors to watch a parade of skate boards, scooters, and bouncy balls, Emerald came to us with tears in her eyes.

She sat on my lap, sobbing out the details. “I miss my mommy and daddy.” Linnea and I reminded her that our flight home was the very next day, not too many hours from then. Soon after that she recovered.

Later, though, at bedtime, her misty eyes returned. I was bouncing a fussy baby May when Emerald came alongside in search of reassurance. “When are we gonna see my mommy and daddy again?”

She climbed up next to me and looked at the baby, who was crying, too. I recited our flight plan again, but her response was off-topic. While wiping her eyes and studying May’s frown-y face, her own face brightened. “I know!” she said. “The pacifier!”

 

She jumped down and ran to find it with only one thing on her mind: helping the baby. Her own sad thoughts had evaporated.

How true that is for all of us. If we dwell on the parts of our lives that aren’t going well, our troubles stick with us. If we’re willing to tend to the difficulties of another, our problems shrink – or disappear altogether.

God was the one who thought this up when he told us to “bear one another’s burdens” (Galatians 6:2). If we follow his instruction, both parties are uplifted by the actions of the one.

After a happy plane ride the next day, Emerald finally connected with her mommy and daddy in a cheerful reunion.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She’d forgotten her tears, but I hadn’t. By her example, this old grandma had been challenged to do more for others. And just as God says, if we give to someone else, he’ll give to us.

“Give, and it will be given to you. Good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap.” (Luke 6:38)

Baby Yes

Not all little girls like to play with dolls. Some prefer coloring books and markers. Others like riding toys, building blocks, or just doing whatever mommy’s doing.

Back when granddaughter Emerald lived in Michigan, I got to babysit her a good deal, and from early-on she was a coloring person. But there was one brief period when she bonded with a doll – a soft one about 8” tall.

It mattered that this baby was decked out in Emerald’s favorite color, and even her skin was pink. During those days when the two of them were friends, Emerald was 3 years old, and I wondered if she had named her dolly.

“Does your baby have a name?” I said.

Emerald didn’t have to think. “Baby Yes.”

“Her name is Baby Yes?”

“U-huh.”

The explanation was that her doll always said yes. I found that charming, and a fascinating discussion followed.

Our conclusion was that Baby Yes had the right idea. It was good to be positive about life and to embrace opportunities with yeses. It was especially important to say yes to God and the things he wanted us to do. Emerald said she was up for that.

While my grands were here this summer, Baby Yes got lots of attention from granddaughter Lizzie, who also happens to be a very sweet yes-person – and who is definitely a dolly girl.

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At the end of the summer, all 12 children had headed home, and I began reorganizing the well-used toy bins. When I opened the doll container, I found a jumble of undressed, sticky babies with marker-make-up. Dumping them all on the basement floor, I decided to have some grandma-fun.

While their tiny clothes swished in the wash machine, I cleaned up their faces and hands, feeling like I was playing dolls again. Each of these babies has history with our family and bears the name given them by our 3 daughters when they were little.

There’s Jennifer, Baby LaLa, Connie, Allison, Megan, and others. And of course there’s Baby Yes.

As I lined them up for a photo to send to my granddaughters, little Baby Yes stood out from the crowd – all because of the name Emerald had given her. Looking at her, I decided I want to be a yes-person, too, especially when God is the One asking the questions.

Jesus asked, “Do you believe that I am able to do this?” “Yes, Lord,” they replied. (Matthew 9:28)