Friday, November 7, 2014

Dearest God,

We sang to high heaven.  We turned the radio up and sang all eleven songs together.  I looked over at my teenage granddaughter and I smiled real big.

I knew I was sitting in the middle of a wondrous blessing.  I remembered when this little girl was born creating great physical trauma for my daughter.  Bleeding heavily we thought she might die.  My newborn granddaughter was screaming so I simply put my pinky finger in her mouth and sang, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.  You make me happy when skies are gray.  You'll never know dear how much I love you.  Please don't take my sunshine away."  I sang for a long, long time as she clamped down on my finger.  Finally, she contentedly sucked on her first pacifier until she fell asleep surprisingly at the same time my daughter came out from under the dark, threatening cloud.

For fourteen years Gabrielle has given me great joy.  We have hunted for Christmas trees, camped out in a tent, made crafts, read together and played together, baked cookies, prayed, worshipped, laughed, sung and danced together.  As I watched my faith-filled granddaughter singing and playing her pretend harmonica to the song, On The Road Again, I breathed a grateful prayer of thanksgiving.

Thank you
for the light
I see
in my
granddaughter's eyes.
Thank you
for her
effervescent smile.
Thank you
for her
undying faith
that connects us
to one another
and to you.

Love always, Andrea