Grandpa’s Gifts


Years ago when our boys fought sleep, experienced colic, or had totally stressed out their mother,  Dave would place the infant over his arm in a pose that made the son resemble a tiger cub straddled over a tree limb. Sure enough, within a few strolls through our apartment, the baby fell asleep. And although baby equipment and procedures have all changed in the 30+ years since we had infants in our home,  Grandpa’s methods still can net peaceful results. And you can tell by the look on the patriarch’s face, he still loves little ones.

As I’ve read through Israel’s history this winter and spring, I noted fathers and mothers and the roles they played in the raising of their offspring. For example, Jochebed, Moses’ mother, got paid to nurse her own son.  Eli, the priest, did such a poor job at parenting his sons that God would not allow them to serve as priests. David experienced terrible grief after Absalom’s death. Sometimes kings of Judah who “did evil in the sight of the Lord,” had sons who “did what was right in the eyes of the Lord.” Isaiah 38:19 tells fathers this: “The living, the living — they praise you, as I am doing today; fathers tell their children about your faithfulness.”  Psalm 78:1- 7 says, ” O my people, hear my teaching; listen to the words of my mouth. I will open my mouth in parables,  I will utter hidden things, things from of old— what we have heard and known, what our fathers have told us.
We will not hide them from their children; we will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the LORD,  his power, and the wonders he has done.
He decreed statutes for Jacob and established the law in Israel,    which he commanded our forefathers to teach their children,
so the next generation would know them,  even the children yet to be born, and they in turn would tell their children.
Then they would put their trust in God  and would not forget his deeds  but would keep his commands.”

At seven weeks of age, she’s an alert little one when awake. Her eyes follow people, especially Little Stuff, her older sister.  But on Mother’s Day afternoon, as Dave and I placed our hands together near this brown-eyed beauty, I thanked the Lord for the Grandpa who has many gifts and uses them for his family.

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