I was in Skylarville, Kentucky yesterday. You will have trouble locating that on mapquest, but my heart knows how to get there blindfolded. You see, Skylar McCarley is my first granddaughter, born to our daughter Jennifer and our son-in-law, Daniel, nearly three years ago (she will turn three on November 23rd).
God appointed Sky-baby to be our tour guide for an incredible adventure. Skylar was born with a genetic disorder called Kabuki Syndrome. Even now, there’s much I don’t understand about that. I know that she spent the first month plus in the childrens’ hospital in Louisville, KY. She continues with speech and physical therapy. She has some hearing difficulty referred to as “cookie bite” hearing loss.
God gave her to the right parents. I have been schooled in the power of love through them. And Skylar has blossomed because of the faith, hope, patience and, most of all, love, of her parents. Her presence here brought a myriad of experiences to all of us that we did not anticipate, including a most incredible joy and wonder over our little bundle of energy and delight.
The uninitiated might have some bit of difficulty understanding some of Skylar’s words and sentences. But I have no difficulty. When I speak with her on the phone or when I am with her, she regularly tells me that I am the best Poppa in the world and how much she loves me. She thinks I am so much fun and so wise. Oh yes, and she always tells me, so clearly, how much she misses me when I am away from her. I don’t see how anyone could miss such clear communications.
“Lo, children are a heritage of Jehovah; and the fruit of the womb is His reward.” Psalm 127:3
I am blessed to be Skylar’s Poppa Oakes. I can’t wait to get back to Skylarville in the land of awe. She told me she needs me. And that’s all I need to know.
Hey, I love you guys and gals. And my Father delights in you.