I have two grandsons, aged nine and four, who have a unique set of circumstances to work through, circumstances that are not of their doing but which affect them profoundly.
Because of my love for them, I would like to be the wave that carries them past the sharp, hard reef; I would like to be the parent who gives an excuse note the day they’re set to write the hardest exam of the school year; I would like to be lemon balm and lavender and cool evening breezes to rock them to sleep. But each of these wishes is beyond me.
This is what I can do: I can give them a garden for picking berries and digging dirt, I can read with them stories of adventures and heros and joy at the end of trial, I can pray with and for them that the God of all power will lift, protect, and make them know His love to the end of their days.
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