My Mom and I had a big day yesterday. We drove down to the UCLA Revlon Breast Center to be part of their amazing breast clinic. We got good news and good answers and it was just all around such a cool experience.
On our way home my sweet Mom treated me to a wonderful dinner at Claim Jumper. How great was it to just sit with my Mom and enjoy a delicious meal? SO great!
As we left we thought we'd better visit the ladies' room. I was doin' my lady thang when I heard a little-girl voice sounding slightly worried: "Grandma? Where are you?" The Grandma's response came - a wobbly, gravelly voice, but strong and sure: "I'm right here by the door."
Tears sprung to my eyes. I know that voice. That Grandma voice has brought me so much comfort over the years. So much pure love. What I wouldn't give to hear it again.
I started to wash my hands, smiling a little even with tears in my eyes, and out came the girl. She was about four, wearing a pink leotard, a dress-up ballet skirt and plastic pink heels. Her blonde hair was uncombed.
That little thing was bossy. Have you ever seen the commercial where the little girl is all, "I don't like chicken. I don't think I like broccoli." Now you've got a picture of this girl's attitude.
"That water is too hot, Grandma."
"Now it's too cold."
"Get me some soap, Grandma."
And as the patient Grandma tried to get some paper towels: "I can do that my-self!"
I sighed. Poor Grandma.
And then - ohh. I AM that little girl. I am a daughter of the kindest, most adoring, most wonderful King, and boy how I whine. How I demand. How I act in the most unreasonable ways! And yet He loves me. He forgives me time and again, moment by moment, day after day.
The Grandma left the bathroom and a little grandson ran right into her arms. She kissed his tousled blond hair and hugged him tightly. What a picture of God's grace.
Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with Me. Revelation 3:20