It's 6:45 am as I write this and the quiet in the house is almost deafening. Almost too quiet, if that is possible. As I sit at my desk, snuggled up to God's Word with a steaming cup of coffee and a hungry spirit, I am filled again with the amazing wonder of God. His love for me and His generous grace on my life is overwhelming.
In the bedrooms in the back of my house, sleep 3 of the precious gifts that God has graced me with. Mikaela, Eli and Mercie have been with me and their Papa for a few days to let their mom go visit their dad, who is off working, before the new baby arrives.
These last few days have been filled with much laughter and a few tears. Good times together. Snuggles, kisses and hugs. Lots of bedtime stories and musical beds as Nana had to take turns sleeping with everyone.
The love I have in my heart for these babies grows with each passing day. As does my life for their mother - my sweet firstborn daughter. Sometimes I look at them in amazement and just can't believe that my baby has 3 (almost 4) babies of her own. God is good.
We've certainly had fun these past few days. We have had conversations about Jesus and they have asked a myriad of questions. We have praised and prayed. We've stayed up late and gotten up early. We've read tons of books, colored oodles of pictures and watched quite a few (but not too many) DVD's. We've told stories, played games and raised the noise level in the house by a few notches.
There have been lots of 'I love you's' spoken and many bubble baths given. I have slathered little bodies with wonderful smelling lotion. I have fixed and curled hair and enjoyed every minute. I knew I had gone a little too far with Mercie's hair when she walked into church and my daughter, Ashlie, said "Well, hello Farrah...." OK, maybe I used the curling iron too much that morning, but it was SO cute!
We rushed to get to church as this Nana lost track of time and forgot just how long it took to bathe 3 kiddos and get them all fed, dressed and ready for church. We made it just in time and I was glad that I live basically in the church parking lot! Ha!
Mikaela kinda summed up the magnitude of love that I have been feeling lately, as they played in the water hose yesterday. She had the water hose held up to her chest and here is our conversation:
I said, "Mikaela, what are you doing?"
"Watering my heart, Nana" was her reply.
I said, "Oh, your heart needs a drink?"
Mikaela said, "Yes. A drink of love from God"
Ahh, yes. A drink of love from God straight into a thirsty heart. Indeed the love that my husband and I have shared, and passed on to our daughter has now trickled down into the lives of our precious grandchildren. I pray that I continue to water their hearts with the love of God that He has so generously watered my soul and my heart with. God is good.