I am sitting in my cozy little grotto of a home surrounded by the beautiful mayhem of grandchildren; one laughing and squealing as she helps me dig through my Christmas ornaments and decorate the tree, the other wailing inconsolably because he isn't feeling well. This weekend has been a whirlwind of activity, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I am a blessed woman. For years I have worked with the elderly, and been asked by countless little ladies how many children I have. I always smiled and told them, "I heard that grandchildren are more fun, so I am planning to have them instead. I haven't figured out the logistics yet, but when I do, I will let you know." I never did have any children of my own, but when I married Philip, I immediately acquired three grown step-children, two grandchildren, and over the past two years have added two more grandchildren. I have so enjoyed building relationships with each of them (children and grandchildren alike), and pray that what is built will speak to each one of grace and love and Jesus.
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