The Student Becomes The Teacher

I babysit my grandchildren at least 40 hours a week and I've tried to impart the love of Jesus to them. But there have been a few times the tables have turned and they've become the teacher. Here are a few...

Just the other day as it began to snow, I began complaining because snow and wheelchairs don't mix well. I looked out the window next to my computer and noticed swirls of snow swimming by my window. Immediately I called 7 year old granddaughter, Brittanie and 3 year old grandson, Nehemiah to view this sight. They came running, while under my breathe I griped, moaned and bellyached. They stared wide eyed out the window at the marvelous, churning picture before them and simultaneously exclaimed, "Wow! God's amazing!" Stunned to silence, I turned with tears of shame in my eye's and looked at the abundance of amazement that stood before me, my beautifully, angelic grandchildren.

Last night I got a call from my daughter-in-law asking if I wanted to watch 15 month old grandson, Merryck for an hour while she did some errands. I've always snatched every chance I can spend with any of my family, but especially grand kids. I want them to have happy memories of our times together and be a Godly example too. Five minutes after I hung up my delightfully, charming grand baby sat on my knee grinning. We played for a while and then he became tired. Now when I rock children to sleep, I sing (it's not pretty, but enjoyable) songs and tell stories of Jesus. Merryck wanted to be held and rocked (the usual). He was impatiently screaming while I transferred from wheelchair to lounge-chair, which made me sullen and I grumbled a bit. I handed him his bottle and reached to pick him up. Abruptly my brilliant grandson stopped crying, jumped in my arms and with the sweetest smile said, "Jesus?!" Once again I marveled at God and his awesome creations

As a fair exchange—I speak as to my children—open wide your hearts also.
Corinthians 6:13

I am blessed
Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce