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Big Little Man

I never knew my biological grandfathers.  My maternal grandfather had many personal and psychological issues and he had divorced my Nanny while my mom was just a child.  My dad's dad was killed in an oil rig accident when my dad was barely a teenager.  I did have Pete, Nanny's second husband, whom I cherished.  But I've always felt like I missed out on something by not having a biological grandpa to hang out with.  

For that, and many other reasons, I have always been passionate about the kind of grandfather I wanted to be.  To me, a grandparent carries an extremely vital and godly role.  Moms and Dads tend to be so caught up in the drudgery of making life work— paying the bills, doing laundry, fixing meals— all those necessary things that tend to exhaust parents. But because parents are so exhausted by the mandatory obligations, they often neglect the weightier responsibilities:

Laughing.

Playing in the dirt. 

Going to McD's for pancakes.  

Buying stuff that makes a lot of really obnoxious noise.  

Sugar-infused goodies just before bedtime.

But most of all, parents are sometimes way too tired to fulfill the most significant task of all: Modeling core life values.  

That's not a shot at parents!  Heck, I've been one!  I've done the job!  And I'm not thinking I ever want to climb that hill again.  What I'm saying is, there is a role for grandparents that is far more significant than spoiling the rug-rats and then sending them home.  

Which brings me to next Tuesday.   Unless he decides otherwise, it appears that Baby Isaiah will make his grand entrance that day.  I'm already packed and ready to grab a flight.  I will be there.  For Andrea, Darin and Liv— but also for Isaiah.  And I plan to not just celebrate his entry, but to share in the awesome responsibility of shaping that little boy into a man.  A good man.  A noble, honorable and godly man.   

And no, I'm not just basking in the first-time out glow of new grandparenthood.  I already have three grandchildren— and my commitment to them is the same.  I want to be used by God to help shape all the kids God gives into amazing, impacting people.  

And my willingness to embrace this role has helped make today a bit brighter than yesterday.  See, I know that I still have a purpose…a purpose that is unpacked on several levels.  But in my family, these kids are my most noble purpose.  I agree with Job, when he said:  "The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised." 

And that's the way life works.  People we love leave and others arrive.  We may not like every part of that process, but I'm learning to find purpose in His choosing.  

And on Tuesday, a Big Little Man named Isaiah will be added to my list of why I breathe.  

May the name of the Lord be praised.

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