The Ornament

I was getting dressed, since I had to leave early for an appointment.
The phone rang and I heard the familiar Face Time sound.
I knew that it could only be one person.
I knew it was my daughter calling because my granddaughter wanted to talk to me.

I was on a time crunch but nothing will stop me from answering that special call.
I accepted the call and immediately saw my oldest granddaughter’s face.
It’s Grandma, she said excitedly as if she hadn’t seen me in years.
Well, hello, sweetheart, I said and she giggled.

I needed to put on mascara and a bit of lipstick.
I needed to tousle my hair and put a bit of mousse in it for the day.
I needed to get my shoes on.
I needed to spray a little perfume on my neck.

I decided that my granddaughter was going to see Grandma go through her morning routine.
She was mesmerized, or so it seemed.
I wanted to keep her occupied while I got ready.
My daughter came to the rescue.

Tell Grandma what you had for breakfast.
I heard each thing that was on her plate before the phone call.
She likes to wipe her own mouth and then clean her placemat.
She likes to be her mommy’s helper.

I wanted to talk to my granddaughter, but I needed to get ready.
I asked her if she could read to me.
I know that my daughter reads the Bible to her and her sister after breakfast.
My little seven-month-old granddaughter observes, but she is too little to understand.

My 2 1/2 year old granddaughter “reads” her books out loud.
She reads them to anyone who will listen.
She says correct words as she goes along.
Much of what she says is her paraphrase of the story.

She picked up the Bible on the kitchen table and began to read to me.
She was telling me the story of the storm on the sea.
She was telling me how happy they (the apostles) were that Jesus was in the boat.
She looked up at her mommy and then directly at me through the phone.

I was hearing a 2 1/2 year old tell me the story of Jesus and the storm on the Sea of Galilee.
I was set for the day.
My morning was made by her innocence and her childlike faith.
I want the faith of a child.

I asked my granddaughter if she could show me her favorite ornament on the Christmas tree.
She walked with the phone in her hand.
I watched the ceiling pass by.
I saw her chin, since she was holding the phone below her.

This one! She said pointing.
I had no idea which one she meant.
Can you show Grandma the ornament?
Can you put the phone closer? I asked.

She positioned the phone is such a way that I was able to see the ornament.
It was a red Christmas ball.
I could not imagine what was so special about this ornament.
Again, my daughter came to the rescue.

My daughter zoomed in and showed me that the red Christmas ball ornament opened.
Inside was a train going around a track.
The secret inside the ornament was what was so special to my granddaughter.
There was a mystery that was revealed only upon opening.

I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you. (Psalm 119:11)

I told her how much I loved that ornament, too.
We blew kisses and said goodbye; we said, I love you, like we always do.
What a wonderful start to my morning.
My heart was full.

It wasn’t until later that I connected the ornament to my full heart.
The train hidden inside the ornament brought my granddaughter such joy.
There was another treasure, hidden and ready to be revealed.
This hidden treasure is growing and producing fruit that will last.

God’s Word is being hidden in my granddaughter’s little heart.
Every morning when her mommy reads the Bible to her, more of God’s Word is planted.
Every night when her daddy reads God’s Word to her, more fruit is growing.
Even her little sister, though too young to comprehend, is hearing God’s Word over and over.

One day, like that ornament, the treasure will be revealed.
God’s Word is going down deep and  it will not return void.
God’s Word will assure my granddaughters of His great love for them.
God’s Word will tell them who they are and why they were made.

A treasure on every page of God’s Word.
A treasure going down deep.
That treasure is there.
It is growing and blossoming.

My heart is full.

 

2 responses to “The Ornament”

1. So sweet–you are truly blessed by your lovely family!

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   • Sue,
     They are God’s gift to me and I love them dearly.
     Blessings,
     Gina

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