It was an early-morning drive to my daughter’s house to keep Megan. As my #daughter was preparing to leave, we were sitting at the kitchen table and on the table was a #Bible.
Megan kept pointing to the Bible and uttering, “Uh, uh.” Anyone of us who know her well enough to know what that means know that she was saying, “I want to feel and hear about THAT.”
After getting her dressed, I said, “Bible, Megs? You want the #Bible?”
“Uh,” she said, nodding affirmatively.
I began singing a familiar children’s tune to her:
“The B-I-B-L-E, now that’s the book for me,
I stand alone on the Word of God, the B-I-B-L-E.”
Megs gave a huge smile.
Her mommy has taught her to do sign language and with all the enthusiasm she could muster, she pushed her ten little fingers together, signing, “More, more!”
“Okay, Megs,” I said, and repeated the childhood song.
Then Megs repeated the sign language, again and again, and I responded in kind.
After I got tired of singing, she pointed to the #Bible.
“Do you want to read the Bible, Meg?” I asked.
“Uh,” with one big nod of the head.
I picked up the Bible, opened it to a random page and said, “Oh, Megs, Jesus loves you SO much!”
“More, more,” she signed, rocking back and forth.
Of course I responded in kind again.
As I sang the familiar song and told her again how much #Jesus loves her, I was so grateful for the privilege of being able to sing and tell such precious truths to my granddaughter at such an early age.
If I had been preoccupied with my own stuff, I would have missed a moment that I will treasure forever.