Grandmommy's Prayers

 

I'm a Grandmommy to fourteen precious hearts.

I won't put pictures of each. I'll just say that to my heart they are cherished beyond words. 

I see things today that tear at a Grandmother heart. 

This not the world I want for them to grow in or inherit in the future.

Grandmommys want lovely things.

Not only for the precious hearts that belong to them, but for all little hearts that live on this earth.

Because that's what Grandmommys do. They are love.....they are tender hearts.

Grandmommys carry hope in their hearts and want safety and goodness for children everywhere.

Is this why God leaves Grandmommys on earth?

Maybe they remain here to pray for people big and small all over the world.

My Grandmother heart aches so much lately. 

Not just for my precious fourteen grandchildren, but for people everywhere. For people all over this world. 

I wake up praying for the hurting children in Syria and North Korea, for the children in China and the Philippines, the children in Mexico and Russia. The children in my community and my friends children. 

Grandmommys wake up praying for their grown children and the grown children they meet along life's journey.

Grandmommys pray because things are difficult.

They pray because people are hurt or lonely or in need.

Grandmommys don't like lies or wars or hunger or sickness or suffering for people.

They like to pray and hug and bake cookies.

They cry when people are hurt.

I've  shed many tears as a Grandmommy for those I love in this world. Those I've met and haven't met.

Tears for others who cause pain. 

Tears for those hurt by others.

 Tears because people lie or curse or ignore Jesus or act in unkind ways.

Grandmommys wish people could be gentle and good.

 They wish people would get along and love Jesus.

It's a difficult world for Grandmommys.

This world doesn't seem like home sometimes.

Sometimes Grandmommys wonder why they are left on earth so long, for earth doesn't feel familiar or very comfy to them as they get older.

I think God leaves us here to pray. To hug. To love others. 

That's an important ministry to Jesus.

He knows Grandmommys have their own quiet special place in a world of hurry and rush.

Little ones need the quiet blessing of Grandmothers.

I've been out in public places and have had little ones reach out to me many times.

At one store a little boy reached his hand to mine and pulled.me down to his level.

 I could see he had been ill for he had a scar across his throat and he couldn't speak.

 He wanted me to see his toy he was buying. He wanted Grandmommy to hug him. His mother was standing by me and gave permission for me to give him a Grandmommy hug.

A little girl in a shopping cart reached out her arms to me one day. Her parents gave me permission to hug her too.

Another day a little boy in Goodwill was in a shopping cart in a large group of people talking and chatting. He reached his arms to me for a hug. His mother looked confused. She said to me " I think he wants to hug you?!" Everyone stopped talking and watched me hug him. 

What do these little ones see in a little old Grandmommy? 

They see love.

They recognize a praying heart.

They see Jesus....I hope....with their innocent little hearts.

I pray that the love of Jesus be seen in us Grandmommys.

I pray we serve Jesus by loving others.

Our world is sick today.

My heart is deeply broken.

But I can pray and pray and pray.

I can love and love and love.

And it does help a little.

Maybe Grandmommys are God's arms and Voice in the midst of the whirl and confusion.

Maybe their love and prayers make a dent in the midst of the hurt.

I just know that this Grandmommy is praying.

I want to see the love of Jesus make a difference while I live on this earth.

I pray one day soon that peace will be on earth and that the children will live lives of beauty and blessing.

That's my prayer as a Grandmommy.

I'll be praying for this until Jesus comes to take me home.

And I'll be walking on this earth giving free hugs to any little arms that reach to me.

Because that's what Grandmommys do.

And that's what Jesus would do.❤