Saturday, March 21, 2009

Dearest God,

Little four and a half year old Stella sat on my lap in the basement. Just getting up from our sleepover, my little red-headed granddaughter wanted to talk. She started every sentence with "Hey!"

This miracle baby who saved her mother from dying of ovarian cancer wants to be a builder. That's what she told me at Bob Evans last night. "I have a dream!" She told me. "I want to be a builder." "What do you want to build?" I asked her. "I want to build an Eiffel Tower!" I told her she could do it.

I don't know the inside of miracles. I don't know how a mystery unfolds. What I do know is this child has a purpose. I believe every child is born with a purpose; however, Stella has promise to do something more.

I looked into her eyes this morning. Those hazel eyes sparkle when she talks. Her creamy-colored complexion, red hair and hazel eyes pop against a toy-laden background.

Every time she comes to visit she will come up to me and say, "Hey, Grandma, I love you."

Thank you
for grandchildren,
Lord,
for the privilege
of sharing
in their lives.
Thank you
for Stella,
the wonder child
who wants
to build.
I told her
she builds love
all the time.
Thank you,
God,
thank you.

Love, Andrea