by Macy Johnson
“I sought the Lord, and he answered me;
he delivered me from all my fears.”
(Psalm 34:4 NIV)
As I stood
on my balcony one sunny, Sunday morning, I heard a voice say to me, “Don’t try
to do too much.” It came right after I raced through my mind and listed the
things I planned to do the week my grandchildren were with me. I knew the voice
in my heart was straight from my heavenly Father.
forward to a fun-filled week of activities with Dahlia and Carver. The boxes
had arrived from Amazon with craft supplies and projects. A trip to Costco and
Hobby Lobby was planned. A swim in the lake was definitely on the list.
time and memories go hand in hand. I dare not rush through them. As a former
project manager, I like to organize and plan, but hesitate to allow others to
do what they want to do. They must expedite my programs! Family and friends
can confirm I am wired that way.
Why do I fret?
What am I afraid of? That my grandchildren won’t like me? I remember as a child
spending time with my grandparents, but none spent as much quality one-on-one
time with me as we do with our grandchildren. Sometimes I feel guilty that I’m
not doing as much with them as others do with theirs. I dare not compare myself
with other Nanas.
I need to
pay attention as God’s still, small voice reminds me all blessings come from Him
and are poured through me. I cannot create them. I can thank Him and rejoice in
the journey with Him and my family and friends.
I will relax,
breathe, be resilient, and enjoy the quality time with others that God gives me.
I hope you will, too!