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Grandma, Are You Old?

Faith, FamilyDeane Watters6 Comments

Since my youth, O God, you have taught me, and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds. Even when I am old and grey, do not forsake me, O God, till I declare your power to the next generation. Psalm 71:17-18

We were standing in the bathroom, waiting for someone to finish up, when Lucy, then three years old, looked up at me and with much concern in her voice, exclaimed, "Grandma, your face! Are you old?"

Oh dear. One so fresh from heaven with thirty-something parents is just not used to looking closely at sixty-plus year old skin, especially under glaring bathroom lights.

Yes, Lucy, I am old. But that's OK. That's what happens when you've lived many years.

Just last week while snuggling with me on the couch, she gently poked at my neck, just below my jaw bone, inspecting it closely. Then out came her concerns,  "Why is this so squishy?"

Oh dear. (Now that word seems to appear out of nowhere when I'm applying make-up or when I do the side look to make sure all is in order.) Squishy? Really?

Recognizing a teachable moment, my answer was honest.

When you get older wrinkles come and squishy happens.

"Grandma, are you going to die?"

Well, eventually I will. We will all die some time but hopefully it will be a long time from now.

"Will you die before me?"

More than likely.

"Ew, I don't want that to happen."

I don't either. But if it does then we'll just have to hug in heaven.

"Can we hug in heaven?"

Yes, I'm planning on it. Isn't it great to know that God is big and strong and powerful and has a place ready for us after we die so that we can be with him?

I cup her smooth skinned cheek in my hand and plant a kiss on that sweet face. With much joy I find myself thankful to know and love this little treasure. May I recognize and take opportunities to declare God's power to her as we journey together here until the time comes for us to be separated...for awhile.