For a couple of days, Susan and I got to keep Owen and the dog Millie (they come as a package:) as Kinsey and Jordan went to the mountains. When we met at age fifteen, or even later at twenty-one when we married, I never contemplated what type of grandmother Susan would become. She probably didn’t think about me being a ‘grandpa’ either. (Why don’t you ponder these important matters while you’re young?)
Susan, affectionately called Susu by our grandkids, is the best of grandmothers. She loves Wilkes, Owen, and Macy with a huge heart. She enjoys keeping them, reading to them, and buying clothes and gifts for them. She also loves to pray for them.
Writing to Timothy from a personal and spiritual perspective, Paul included comments about Timothy’s mother and grandmother. What would we do without loving mothers and grandmothers?
“I thank God, whom I serve, as my forefathers did, with a clear conscience, as night and day I constantly remember you in my prayers. Recalling your tears, I long to see you, so that I may be filled with joy. I have been reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also. For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands. For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.”
II Timothy 1:3-7