October 6, 2020
She waved me over with a smile. I put down the package I was holding and walked around the back of the car to where she was standing, towering over Linda. “I want to pray for you,” she said quietly, and as we bowed our heads and hugged, she began, asking God on our behalf for comfort and wisdom in days ahead.
We had been visiting my mother, who by all appearances, will not be with us much longer. Our granddaughter drove over to spend a few precious minutes with us before having to leave for an birthday appointment with her roommate. Countless are the times we prayed over our grandchildren on Friday nights when they would spend the night with us, and now the blessing we have given is returning. From what I can see, it is a rare gift to have grandchildren praying over their grandparents, but we’ve experienced it before, a fulfillment of Jesus’ promise that if we cast our bread upon the waters, it will return, “pressed down, shaken together, and running over.”
Tonight, our blessing basket is all of that, and we stand amazed at the goodness of our God to allow us to experience this gift today.
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