Watching Weebs…

Grandchildren are a joy!

That is, I can’t speak about multiple grandkids, but I’m happy to talk all day about our first grandson’s first 19 months!

My wife and I call him “Weebs,” because his initials (BP) are the same as his dad’s (our son), which makes him “Wee B.” 

(I like to think we’re cool at naming things. For example, we have a kitty called “Squeaky;” we nicknamed the neighbor’s long-haired little terrier, “Hairball;” and their son – who was carried like Peppermint Patties’ cat – is known as “Boneless.”)

Weebs, ah! What a miracle! He’s amazingly mobile and talkative, which makes for great entertainment and a fascinatingly personal engagement I honestly have never felt before.

He’s fearless! And smart! And up for facing challenges. That’s him bypassing the stairs to climb up to the highest slide. I see a sense of life and purpose in him that I misplaced a long time ago.

Being a grandparent is very different than having our own kids. I think that must be for several reasons.

We don’t have to be the “heavies,” the law-givers, so to speak. Not that we don’t have rules in our house, but I haven’t yet felt the … exaspiration with Weebs that my own kids could generate so easily.

We don’t “have to” babysit him. Instead, our time is joyfully volunteered. (Again, not to take anything away from my own offspring- it’s just a different kind of “want to” feeling.)

It’s the ability to focus completely on him when he’s with us – that parents don’t get enough of – that is so special. Frequently, we have the pleasure of The Weebs’ presence for the whole weekend. (It really gives us plenty to do!)

As working-age, independent parents, our attention had to be on many things at the same time. We both had full-time jobs, we lived two thousand miles away from our extended families, and we had a household to run. Children were just a part of a bigger whole.

There’s also something very special about seeing and knowing that our son has “made it” to maturity, and has begun a new generation – in spite of all our weaknesses in raising him.

By the time we had kids, both our parental pairs already had several grandchildren. There might be something extra-special about the first one, but I’m a little sorry we lived so far away. They must have missed fully knowing these kids.

All this I hope BP and KP are learning from. What a privilege and a blessing children are! (I can hear “Cat’s In The Cradle” playing in my head.) Make the most of this time, kids!

G’amma and Great Grampy


To Know What To Believe

To Know What To Believe

Tuesday’s mean dialysis, followed by eating and sleeping. And never feeling good.

hand book read wood boy reading religion child christian bible education religious study bed learn studying learning african knowledgeI hadn’t been up in the middle of the night – for a change, so it was afternoon when I ‘opened’ my Bible (online at and searched on verses about “waking up.”

I felt guilty about resting so much.

Honestly, in my mind, I was expecting Psalms and Proverbs (“How long will you lie down, O sluggard?”) to be tops in the results, but they weren’t.

Instead, I found myself in 1 Corinthians 15, in which the writer talks about death. A lot. (The connection to my search being “waking up from the sleep of the dead”).tree,silhouette,black and white,old,spooky,stone

I ended up reading the whole chapter and wondering what I really believed. I questioned how I am To Know What To Believe.

:50 ERV
I tell you this, … : Our bodies of flesh and blood cannot have a part in God’s kingdom. Something that will ruin can not have a part in something that never ruins.

tree,woman,alone,statue,rose,sadnessQuestion: how can we know exactly what will happen when we die? Answer: we can’t, truly. Frankly, it’s all speculation and hearsay.

Now, I’m sad.

Paul presents a logical argument (literally, Ellicott’s commentary lists all the devices, like reductio ad absurdum and argumentum ad hominem) for our ultimate resurrection.

But we have no proof. We don’t know. We can only believe.

And one verse hit me very hard:

:19 If our hope in Christ is only for this life here on earth, than people should feel more sorry for us than for anyone else.

How can I be sure about the (or any) afterlife? I can’t, and it was bumming me out.

But in reading the whole chapter I found something to hold on to: the evidence of my own experience.wood,tool,hammer,symbol,balance,business

know what has happened in my life. And therein lies my hope. That got me feeling better.

I know I’ve been created, so there must be a Creator. I know I’ve been saved (from what I was), so there must be a Savior. I know all my life there’s been guidance (that voice inside), so I know there is a guiding Spirit.

grass plant leaf flower young green produce dirt insect soil flora sprout life seedling close up growing new macro photography flowering plant dicotyledon grass family plant stemAnd the whole of it is a metamorphosis: conception to birth, child to adult, broken to redeemed. Seed to plant (verse 36). Caterpillar to butterfly.

:51 We will not all die, but we will all be changed… as quickly as an eye blinks.

Image result for images breaker morant“I’m going to find out the grand secret.” Lt Hancock in Breaker Morant

I know I will die; I will cease to live in this form. But in nature, your creation, you display metamorphoses of all kinds. Therefore I can view death not as the end but as The Great Change, actually just one among many that you have brought me through.sea,coast,ocean,horizon,silhouette,mountain

:26 The last enemy to be destroyed will be death.

Daily Prompt: Recreate – That Spare Time Thing

Daily Prompt: Recreate – That Spare Time Thing

Daily Prompt: Recreate – That Spare Time Thing

So, I had an hour before I had to leave. Back in the day, I would’ve spent it watching TV or surfing dirty pictures.

Today, I have a much better use for it. I write.

I can give you two ways to picture this. First, if you’re an “audio” person, the pronunciation (and thereby, meaning) of this Daily Prompt: Recreate

  • “wreck-rE-Ate
  • rE-crE-Ate

grass plant leaf flower young green produce dirt insect soil flora sprout life seedling close up growing new macro photography flowering plant dicotyledon grass family plant stemSecond, what my friend Sal calls “Replacement Therapy,” an idea for overcoming addictions and bad habits by doing something else – something better – with all that time.

The difference should be as clear as the two images in this post: plain old, hard, dead dirt (like what I used to fill my browser with), and fertile soil hosting new life.

I really like that imagery. My new life has sprung and grown out of all the useless stuff that filled my spare time.

What comparisons do you make in describing how you live now?


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