Borrowed Grandchildren

Yesterday I led the small group of children who learn better outside of the actual worship service. They are mostly younger kids under the age of six, but sometimes older children like to show up and ‘help’. We don’t discourage them, but we do confer with their parents beforehand.
I had a great deal of fun. It came to me that I could help them relax and entertain them a bit if tried to guess their names. This amused me too. I got all but one right!

Anyway, I got to thinking about the wonderful times I’d had years ago when my Grandma Bonnie lived with us. She spanked me often enough, it’s true, but I still cherish the times relaxing in bed when she would tell me stories about her sisters (she had four).
I talked about this and then invited the children to share their own family stories. They seemed to enjoy this very much.

One little girl, Ava, was four, and new to the group. She watched us in silence until there was a break in the activity. Then she began to talk and didn’t stop! I didn’t say anything, but gave her my visual attention, amazed at what was happening. I think she was mainly exercising her language skills, since I couldn’t discern a story in what she said. She was focused on some idea as she talked. I got the impression I was witnessing something special. She wanted to be like the others, and she had lots to say‚Ķat four!
This was a special time for me as well as for Ava. I had never thought I could relate so easily to younger children.


Human connections are important and meeting new people is fun.
Networks are useful in business, of course. There was a time in my life when it seemed I was always looking for a job. I worked as a contract engineering tech, and it was not steady work.

I’ve found networks are just as important in maintaining social engagement, generally. I’m referring not only to friendships but also to social connections that can become adventures in themselves and conduits for learning.
One day recently I decided I wanted to meet some writers. I mentioned this casually to a woman in my Bible study. She immediately suggested a name and a way to reach the person.

There’s more. Once I contacted the woman – who is a writer, a teacher and a mom – we met at a local pub to chat. She told me about the James River Writers, a dedicated group of writers I did not even know existed. So here was a whole bunch of people dedicated to promoting reading and writing in the Richmond metro area!

I’ve been to several of their events and even participated in their annual writers’ conference, which was held online this year. This is a wonderful group, nothing slows them down, not even a global pandemic. I applaud them for their dedication and accomplishments. ~