You Think YOU Love YOUR Kids?

On September 10, we added to our collection of grandchildren when Collin Gabriel was born. 

Now we have two girls (Lauren and Caroline) and two boys (Andrew and Collin). I'd like to tell you about them. Bear with me. I promise there will be a spiritual take away. 







Lauren 

The curly-headed firstborn who loves to laugh, this child is a deep thinker with an encyclopedic memory for whatever she’s interested in at the time. This month it’s animals. Like most first-borns, she loves to plan and organize. One more year, and she’ll be running the household. Not prone to outbursts or drama, she stays steady when everyone around her is wailing. 





Caroline 

Shakespeare wrote about Caroline centuries before her birth when he said, “She be little, but she be fierce.” The opposite of her even-keeled sister, Caroline has all the feels. She’s tiny, “no bigger than a squirrel,” as my husband says, but her heart fills a room. When she hugs you, she melts into your chest, and you never want to let her go. Her smile reaches all the way to her eyes. She loves UNI-corns and babies, especially her baby brother. While the other siblings hold him for a minute or two before they’re off to other pursuits, Caroline will hold Collin as long as her mama will let her, singing to him and petting him. 



Andrew 

When we found out that our family’s all-girl streak was ending with this third child, I prayed, “Lord, make him sweet.” God answered my prayer in such a beautiful way. Although he’s all boy, he has a tender heart. Especially toward his mama—and his Gigi. He loves cars, trucks, and anything he can throw (whether it’s designed to be thrown or not). He hasn’t realized toddlers are supposed to be picky eaters and will eat just about anything, even salad. And Play Doh. And dirt. 






Collin 

Since he’s only three weeks old, we don’t know much about him yet. He has dark blue eyes, silky soft cheeks (yes, I kiss them all the time), and maybe a dimple. He has a great sense of humor, and I often catch him chuckling to himself when no one’s looking. Collin is a night owl, and prefers his mama’s company over all others in the wee hours of the morning. 



The Point 

It’s probably pretty obvious that I love my grandchildren. I delight in their personalities and marvel at their individuality. My heart breaks when they’re sad, and rejoices when they’re happy. I’d fight a bear or wrestle a boa constrictor to protect them. More than anything else, I pray they will know God and follow Him all the days of their lives. 

As expansive as my love for my grandchildren is, it pales in comparison to the love God has for His children. He marvels at the intricacies of our ways because He created us. His heart breaks when we’re sad, and rejoices when we’re happy. He died to protect us. More than anything else, He wants us to know Him and follow Him all the days of our lives. 

You think I love my grandkids? 

Imagine how much God loves you. 

"As a father has compassion on his children, so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him" (Psalm 103:13).

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