Children belong to God
Since the birth of the first of our five grandchildren, I’ve kept journals for them. Written as an ongoing conversation, they document achievements along with encouragement and hope. Among the pages are school programs, notes to Gram, some art pages, little mementos that the girls have likely forgotten about, but may one day become found treasure. As life becomes busier the older they are, my entries are fewer; I admit they are tinged with a little more lament on how our time together has shifted. From a worried first cold, wobbly toddler steps, trick or treat costumes, puppies ...