On Tuesdays this year I have been having fun participating in Patty Wysong’s blog meme where once a week bloggers posted on the letter of the week.
Check out the details here. It is called A2Z: Take 2. A2Z as she challenges bloggers to write a post each week going through the alphabet.
This week’s letter is K and the letter K starts one particular word that is number one in my heart: well that is not entirely true: Three words to be exact.
Kyla
Korbin
Kastin
Meet my grandKids – three K’s and as our good friend Don nicknamed them:
The Special Ks
Kyla will be three in June and is a bubbling full of life toddler. She has been featured on this blog right after she was born and also several times when just watching her taught me spiritual lessons.
Here what I wrote the day Kyla was born about God’s whoosh sweeping into our hearts.
Korbin and Kastin were born July 17. We get asked all the time if they are identical twins and we reply we are not sure. At times you can tell them apart and times they look alike: so the best answer to that question is they will definitely look like brothers.
Here is a post when I first learned in the middle of the night that my daughter was expecting not one, but two babies:
and of course my Two-riffic announcement the day they were born.
I am so grateful for these little ones in my life and thank God every day for them. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to be taken over by love this way. Never did I imagine God teaching me so much through them.
I wrote the following in a post two years ago:
Lord, when did I lose the wonder and curiosity of a child?
How did this “I can do it all” attitude take over my brain?
When did sarcasm, doubt, fear and anger invade my every cell squeezing out trust, faith and the ability to marvel at the ordinary?
Lord I ask you for the eyes of a child:
To giggle at silly noises and pay attention to the whispers beneath the clamor
To peer deeply into the eyes of someone who cares
To squeal with delight with daily discoveries
To see the ordinary from a different point of view
To crawl on the floor exploring whatever is right in front of me
To learn something new each week and savor that moment
To feel the thrill of the quest in spying a desired object across the room and concentrating to use my entire body to reach it.
To smack my lips with new tastes and celebrate the miracle of each moment.
Lord pour into my heart refreshing waters of curiosity from your well of life, hope, and delight.
Touch my eyes to your marvels and heal my grown up blindness.
Connect me once again with your divine curiosity and sacred surprises.
I pause and to realize the bottomless love I feel these for precious kids and then it hits me. God loves each of us much, much more. Isn’t that amazing?
We are God’s special Kids too. God’s special Ks.
So forgive my grandmaismstoday. Guess I am one the “those” grandmas. But they are pretty special – My special K’s.