 I gazed down at the child in my arms. She was less than 2 minutes old, yet there was a look in her beautiful dark eyes that said to me she knew. She knew me, and she knew more than a new-born babe would be expected to know. There was a deep, age-old wisdom in her look, as she gazed up into my face, recognizing my voice, as the one who spoke whilst she was still in the womb. Saying, "Remember, Grandma is the one talking to you." I spoke as she came into the world, and incredibly, her tiny head turned in my direction. She knew my voice! I was amazed. This child I was holding is my first grandchild. The daughter of my daughter, and already a bond was there between she and I. We recognized instantly that love that will never break or waver, no matter what. Later that evening, I watched in total awe as my husband visibly melted when she looked up at him, with such a serious look on her beautiful little face. She had us both in her tiny hands. That day was fourteen years ago, and tonight, I again gaze at that beautiful face, older, and even wiser now than then, and those dark soulful brown eyes, look out on the world, full of hope, vision, and love. Love for her parents, and for us, and more importantly for her Lord. She has been brought up knowing Him as her Saviour. At age 2 she said to me "Ganma, I say, "Jesus, you come live in my heart", and He did!" She was totally sure and totally believing, and still is. It is so precious to see her in church worshipping Him, and I praise and thank Him, too, for this precious, precious gift He has given our family. This child is the first of my three grandchildren, and all three are precious, beautiful gifts from God, but this one, this one is extra special. I feel that she is more mine than the others, although I love them to the depth of my being. The strong bond formed whilst she was still in the womb has strengthened even more, and when we are apart, I miss her fiercely, and she misses me, ringing me if she can't come see me. Her mom says we are joined at the hip! God gave me this precious gift of a grandaughter, I believe, to help ease the incredible, agonising pain I felt when my seven year old daughter died. I knew that she was with Jesus, but it was so hard to go on at first without her. It was nine years after her death that my grandaughter was born, and I have been totally over the moon, ever since. She has taken the pain from my heart, and refilled it will all the fun and love and happiness that I had thought I would not experience again, and I thank the Lord with all my heart for this precious gift. Bronwyn, I love you so much, but not as much as Jesus loves you and me.  |
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