This week I imitated my Father.
Often when my kids were little and would get sick, Dad would bring them a goodie bag-bananas, oranges, grapes, Mr. Goodbar, stuff like that. I don't really know what it meant to my kids, but for some reason it mean a LOT to me. In watching Dad love my kids, I felt loved.
Several of my grandkids have been sick lately. I was wishing I lived closer so I could take them a goodie bag. But Monday I just decided that distance would not be a issue. I'm sure I'd never regret leaving work early, but I might regret not loving on my grandkids. So I left work and went to the store and had a blast getting some grapes, bananas, oranges, Valentine shaped Little Debbies and a few other things (I may have overdone it, but I'm still learning) for my sweet, sick grandbabies. I don't know what it means to them, but I sure enjoyed doing it and I think one of the reasons was because I was imitating my Dad. I just thought he'd be happy to see me doing that.
Made me think about imitating my Heavenly Father. Hope I can find ways to do that. Maybe He'll be happy to see me imitating Him. Maybe I'll even have a blast doing it.
Sharon
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Richard loved when Pawpaw would come with his goodie bag when he was sick. He's mentioned it several times. The boys enjoyed digging through there's as well, thanks so much!
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