The Grandest Words

My oldest grandchild is very observant. I’ve learned to recognize his pensive look that means a question is coming that will be a lot deeper than, “Can I have a snack?”

Such was the case as Grant and his little brother sat at my breakfast table on the last morning of their family’s Thanksgiving visit. Grant’s dark brown eyes were fixed on a piece of wall décor in the kitchen that is embellished with one of my favorite Scriptures.

“Keggie,” Grant finally said. “You have a lot of Jesus stuff on your walls.”

I agreed with Grant and we grinned at each other. “You want to know why, don’t you?” Grant’s affirmative nod led to a great theological discussion on the most elementary level, which is precisely how I like to relate all things Jesus anyway.

I explained to Grant that I loved Jesus and I liked to think about His words all the time and talk to Him all day long. I told Grant that a lot of time I talked to Jesus even when I was talking to other people. “For instance,” I said. “Sometimes you’re telling me a story and I’m thanking Jesus for giving you such a sharp mind.”

This puzzled Grant the Thinker. “But, Keggie,” my grandson protested, “Can you hear what I’m saying if you’re talking to Jesus?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “Listening to Jesus helps me hear you even better.”

That answer satisfied Grant and, frankly, I was relieved. I never feel like I can adequately explain the concept of holding Jesus in my thoughts to an adult, let alone a seven-year-old. I’m always searching for better words to describe the settled joy I’ve found in doing daily life with Jesus instead of saying my prayers and then relegating any further pursuit of God to the next devotional or worship service. One day, I hope to effectively expound on the glory of finding God in the Marvelous Mundane. In the meantime, I’ll keep posting His words for all to see. My words might be fuzzy but this much is crystal clear. His words are Life to all who find them.

Hugs,
Shellie