I Had A Dream…
The past six days have been filled with joy. All five of our grandchildren, from age 5 down to 11 months, brought their parents and came home to us for awhile from as far away as Bakersfield, California…Russelville, Kentucky…and Parkersburg, West Virginia. In spite of the serious messes and shortcomings of my life, God has filled my quiver with the most beautiful of arrows. I never expected or deserved the unimagined delights and lessons that one receives from having his own children to hold…to cherish…to work for…to try to aim toward fellowship with their Best Father, Who is in heaven. And yet, in addition to all God has done and is doing for me in my Savior Jesus Christ, He has given me (and my lovely wife, Vicki) the three best children in all the world…and then He added to our family their wonderful, faith-filled, loving mates…and now, such joy my heart cannot measure or contain, He has gifted us with the world’s most wonderful grandchildren…my five starrs…Sklar, Trapper, Adi, Remi and Rilyn. Each day I am greeted with the most amazing truths…that God’s love for me is defined by the life, mission, death, burial, resurrection and continued efforts of the One and Only, Jesus Christ…that He has saved me in Him and is keeping me saved in Him…that He has made me a partner with Him in His work in our world…and that He has gifted me with such a family…and with such friends…the precious people of my life whose examples of faith, hope and love (a love that extends even to someone like me) amaze and inspire me regularly.
During this most recent visit, my oldest granddaughter, Skylar, told me that she had dreamed about me. (You might remember that Sky-baby had a pretty rough start in life, with health issues related to a syndrome with which she was born and with which she still struggles. She has come so very far by the grace of God and the loving watchcare of her parents.) Anyway…here’s what she said. “I had a dream about you, Papi (that’s what she calls me now).” And I replied, “You did!” And she said, “Yeah! I was sleeping in my room. And I woke up. And you were there. I was happy!”
Now…it’s been so long since anyone had a favorable dream about me that I can’t remember if it ever happened. I can’t tell you what Skylar’s words meant to this old poppa’s heart. But I feel her love…as well as the love of all the rest of my family…walking with me day by day. And I wish/pray to so live my life that if, perchance, they think of me one winter’s day when the leaves have gone away and a cold wind blows…that their hearts might feel a bit of warmth…that even the faintest glimmer of a smile might light their face…and that they will remember that their poppa loved them…and even if it was a poor, pathetic kind of love…that at least it was with his whole heart and soul. And if somehow in such reflection they find anything that causes them to think good about God…this would be my dream.