Sorry--long post ahead--
For four years now I've had a babysitting gig with The Grandbaby on Mondays while The Girl went to her office. A couple of weeks ago that changed and my gig began on Tuesdays instead and is only half a day as I pick up the growing girl from her preschool at noon and keep her until supper time.
The Grandbaby also came home from church with The Poppa and me on Sunday. We got a bite for lunch then I confidently came home fully expecting her to "rest" with me. We laid on the bed, books stacked up, got "comfy" (her words), and I read and read and read. And read. I was about to fall asleep reading. The Grandbaby? Not so much. She was wiggling and when I told her she needed to lay still, her reply was, "But Neema, my legs get stronger when I wiggle. Silly Neema." Well duh, what can I reply to that? Obviously there was no rest.
I am experiencing another adhesion intestinal flare. I saw my doctor Monday and am waiting on my insurance to pre certify a CT scan scheduled for Friday morning. Possibly if they approve before that I will have before that. In the meantime my diet is liquid and my weight is losing. One out of two ain't bad. The Husband said it well this morning...at least we know that what I have can be fixed for the short term, then be fixed again. It's been 25.5 months since my last surgical fix but who's counting?
With that said, yesterday turned out to be a lovely afternoon. On the way home from preschool I was entertained by the story of recess when the girls had used a little "table thang" on the playground and had an ice cream store. The Grandbaby was the "deliver person" and another girl was the "ice cream cooker". It's the little things that cause joy, I guess. I had promised a fall cupcake making time so we did that immediately upon arriving at home after school then ate lunch while the cupcakes cooked. After lunch came the frosting of the cupcakes. I taught The Grandbaby how to get out part of the middle of the cupcake and fill it with a surprise of icing. She LOVED that! "Oh Neema, I just love to cook, don't you?" (Well, I used to but now not so much....) "This icing is yummy!" (I'm sure it is but it's not liquid.) "My very favorite thing to cook is duhserts." (Can't argue with that, her tooth is very sweet.) The cupcakes were "beautiful".
Playing play doh has become one of The Grandbaby's favorite things to do lately. To quote The Son-In-Law, it's her "flavor of the day". She has varied flavors--uh interests. We played play doh with some fresh dough I had bought for her the other day to replace all my old that had become hardened. I do love the smell and touch of fresh play doh--there's a sermon in that for another day. There were four small cans of colors of the Frozen II theme--purple, two different beautiful blues, and white. There were also primary colors that included white. We didn't have any white at all before. We played and played this for a long time. Then when The Poppa arrived home, he played and played and played.
The Girl arrived home and was fairly ready to go home. There's always hugs upon going so The Poppa got his hug, then did a little fun something with her and she began to cry. She came to me and held on tightly to my neck. So being the wise Neema that I am, I questioned the problem thinking The Poppa had done something she either didn't like or offended--she can have drama on occasion even at her young age. Well finally she tearfully told me that was not it. It was not The Poppa. She didn't want to go home. Now this is rare even though it is fun here, it's rare. Finally with prodding, we were out the door, her face still tearful. Before I opened the car door to put her in, I asked her again what was wrong. She tearfully looked up at me and said, "I want to play Play Doh." Well, duh, I was certain it was love for me that she wanted to stay but I sucked it up and talked on. I explained she could when she came back another day. She looked up so sad and replied, "I don't have any white Play Doh at home." FINALLY! The real problem. It gave an opportunity for a lesson on borrowing and getting along. I asked if she would like to borrow some and take home, then bring back. We are working on the concept of borrowing and returning. You would have thought I had given her the moon. Tear filled eyes, a huge smile, and shaking of the head up and down. Mercy. Bingo. I explained to The Girl the issue and The Grandbaby and I headed back inside to the Play Doh. I told The Grandbaby that she should always ask when she wanted to borrow something or had a problem that we could help. I told her all she had to do was ask. She told me she only needed to borrow two cans. Sweet girl. As we chose her cans to "borrow", I realized there were two cans of the new white. I asked if she would like to take one home with her to stay and not borrow. Well, here we go again with a huge smile and nod. She borrowed her play doh and happily went to her car and waved goodbye. Ah....
I do apologize for all that dissertation but it was important in my story. First of all, my blog readers know my favorite subjects are The Grandbaby and Jesus. So with that said, I was thinking this morning of that whole experience and how much it related to my life lately. I have been in BIG prayer for a few weeks about many BIG serious things in the lives of my family, friends, and country. You never know what the answers will be. You want them to be what you want, but you have to pray in faith for the best. And I'm learning that. I was encouraged when things were leveling out. Then this adhesion flare happened. You know, as I think of The Grandbaby's arms so tightly around my neck crying, I could see myself with my arms around my heavenly Father's neck pouring my heart out to him. While I didn't know the problem of that little girl yesterday, my heavenly Father always knows mine. All The Grandbaby had to do was ASK. So my blessing this morning is the realization that really all I have to do is ASK. It's such a simple thing. Just ask. The faith that I have in Jesus will allow me to ask in faith with belief that HE will answer. And I know that HE wants to work all for good to those that love him...and I do love him.
I just got that blessing this morning and decided I would share it with you my blog readers.
"Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For everyone that asketh, receivers; and he that seeketh, finders; and to him that knocketh, it shall be opened." Matthew 7:7-8
Consider........
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