When You Love Someone

Thursday night my husband's country band was here at the house rehearsing out in the music room. Jacob and I could hear the music playing, as they had left one of the doors open. I wasn't really paying much attention (I'm used to bands playing in the background), other than to know the song was Louisiana Saturday Night. I was busy doing other stuff. Jacob walks up to me and grabs both hands and says, "You wanna dance in the kitchen, Nene?" At first I didn't really understand why he was asking me to dance in the kitchen, but then I got to thinking about the lyrics in the song they were playing. For those who don't know, it says:

Well you get down the fiddle and you get down the bow Kick off your shoes and you throw them on the floor Dance in the kitchen 'till the morning light Louisiana Saturday Night

I found it quite amusing that Jacob picked up on that particular line. He's really into music and figures out lyrics to songs frequently. He's also into dancing. He is definitely the musical child...wonder where he gets that from. His granddaddy (the drummer) perhaps? His mama (she played guitar)? His Nene (singer)? Or most likely, a combination of all three.

Okay, so now that I've told another Jacob story, let me tell you about Jeremiah, my oldest grandson. He came to my house the other day and wanted to paint. So I pull out the paint markers and gather some paper and let him sit at the table and paint till his little heart's content. While he's painting he starts squealing with delight.."Jani! Jani! I made brown!" I'm thinking, "What?" I go over to look at what he was doing and saw that he had been experimenting with mixing colors. Obviously, he's picked up on the whole process of mixing colors to make other colors...I'm fairly sure his mommy taught him that. Anyway, after he finished the painting he asks me if I have a dryer. I asked, "What do you need a dryer for, Jeremiah?" He looks at me with the most serious look and says, "to dry my painting, of course." I wondered if his mommy had done that before or if he came up with it all on his own. He is a pretty smart boy, after all. And quite the little artist too.

So now I am anxiously awaiting a time when I will be able to tell you some Bryce stories. Right now, his story is mostly eat, sleep, colic, cry...But he's a cute little man, that's for sure. I really do need to spend more time with him though. I want to have the same kind of relationship with him as I do with my other two grandsons.

I know some of you are wishing I wouldn't tell you all my tales of grandparenting. But for those other grandparents out there, you understand my need to brag. They are simply the greatest joys in life...and when you love someone so much you can't help but tell others about them. With that thought in mind, let me say that we, as believers, need to be shouting our love for Jesus from the rooftop. As awesome as my little grandsons are, Jesus is even more incredible. In Him we have redemption, through His blood, the forgiveness of sins. He shed His precious blood on that cross for you and me. He didn't have to do it. He chose to do it. I often wonder where I would be had I not accepted Jesus into my life. There were some who considered me a goody two shoes. Mostly because I wasn't into the drug/alcohol scene. But they didn't know my heart. They didn't see all those other sins that lurked within. I was a liar. I was a thief. I coveted my neighbor. I was gratifying the cravings of my sinful nature. But you know, Jesus showed me mercy before I even thought I wanted it. He was the spotless sacrifice necessary to appease the wrath of God. He has set me free from the bondage of sin! Hallelujah! Thank you, Jesus!

So until next time....have a blessed day!

~jan~