We just returned from "playing" with our grand-kids and kids, getting dirty, eating burned, not so burned food, and watching all the bugs and ear wigs carry off a few of those smaller grand-kids. Of course, those who were prone to be crying through the night, we didn't not go claim them until the morning being able to get a good night's sleep.
It is interesting to be sleeping on an air mattress, but since it was not my real bed, the sounds that greeted me throughout the night were crazy - trains all night long, cows mooing, smelling cows and who knows what else, birds screaming at each other through the night sounding like a cocktail party, wolves howling letting me know they were watching our camp ground, and then of course there were those other sounds that did not let me sleep.
As Bonnie and I watched the grand-kids continue to develop into real people, showing a personality, attitudes toward others, as they played with their cousins, and even fought with other cousins, we felt joy and fulfillment. We felt joy in our posterity.
We both looked at those great kids and couldn't help but fear for their sanity, their safety with Satan's efforts in the world today, and the friends they would find along the way, good ones, and of course those not so good. It was a fearful fact to realize that we had nothing to do in raising them, or at least very little. We have to leave that to our own children and the spouses they have chosen.
When we watch our grand-kids, we we prepare to go on a mission, it brings to our mind fears and joys. Fears what will happen while we are gone, but then the joy of leaving them in Father's hands and having our grand kids be excited about the privilege they will have to support their grandparents.
Every day that passes, we are getting closer to that elusive mission call we are praying for in June, 2012. We are pretty much on schedule, except for that big stomach I have which seems to be getting larger, not smaller. We are on our way. There is much more I should be doing, but we are making progress each and every day.
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