Promises Promises


I wonder if he ran around tossing his toys all over the living room.

I wonder if he loved smearing his black beans all over his face….then all down his shirt. Did he then take his gooey bean covered hands and run them through his hair?

I wonder if he loved running around , squealing at the top of his lungs for all to hear.

I wonder if he ran from his momma in hopes she would chase him around the yard and follow him wherever he went .

I wonder if at the end of the day he was covered in the evidence of all the fun he had had during the day.

I wonder about his momma, too. Did she pick up every mess he made or did she leave it till the end of the day when her energetic toddler was finally asleep? Did she keep buckets of water around to clean his hands and face and gooey food covered hair? Did she have the energy to chase her precious son around the yard as he gleefully begged her to play? Did she just collapse at the end of the day from shear exhaustion?

I mean, come on….

She was old. I mean super old. Ancient even. Grandma age. No….make that great grandma age. Yet in spite of that, she became a first time mommy at the ripe old age of 90.


She was nearly double my age.

These thoughts have crossed my mind over the past 48 hours or so because I’ve had the joy of having my precious 20 month old grandson for the weekend. Oh, that boy! I love him so! I cherish each and every second I get with him.

And now , please humor me as I take a pause to share some pictures of my very favorite 20 month old boy in the whole world……


Such joy in simply chasing bubbles…


He discovered it takes less effort and he can slide again quicker if he just goes down on his belly…..


Wheeeeeee…….and this is a true version of the speed he moves about on foot all day long!


Yummy!   This kid loves black beans.   They’re such fun!

When we agreed to take him for this weekend, we knew we had other plans. Well, I should say JoePa had other plans. There would be work to do getting more of our flood damage repaired. He was also going to be the guest speaker at a local church on Sunday morning. So going into this weekend, I knew that the bulk of the responsibility of watching Holden would be mine. I was OK with that because as I’ve already said, every second I get to spend with Holdey Poo is one I cherish. But it’s caused me to have some random thoughts. So here you go…

Random thought #1...God has done many brilliant things since the dawn of time but making humans most reproducible while we’re in our 20’s and 30’s was amongst His most brilliant.

Random thought #2 The radio station I listen to most often interviewed a 54 year old local woman who just found out that what she thought was menopause was really her next baby. She’s considering giving this baby to her infertile daughter to raise. Great idea!

Random thought #3... Good golly! Holden is so cute. He should be a baby super model!


Random thought #4I wish there was a way to bottle up the energy of a toddler so that old grannies like me could take a whiff of it later …… or while said toddler is wanting to be lifted onto the slide for the 75th time in a row…and have instant toddler energy! I’d be a gazillion-aire if I could figure out how to do this!

Random Thought #5...Holden has some favorite words that I heard over and over throughout the weekend. Lala (otherwise known as Aunt Lauren), Mama, Dadda, BeBe, beep beep (when he rides a car) and Huh. JoePa gave it his best effort to convince Holden to say “JoePa” to no avail. He may decide to let Holden call him whatever name becomes easiest for him to say. I’m thinking BeBe and Huh could be awesome grandparent names!

Random Thought #6...While I watch children professionally every day of the week, it is exhausting to have full charge of a 20 month old 24 hours a day. But bring on the exhaustion!! This kid takes 3 hour long naps during the day. Thank You Jesus for BeBe naptime too!

Random Thought #7I have no right to claim exhaustion as a young, sprite 50 year old woman when Sarah gave birth at the age of 90. Shewie……….

Exhaustion. Did Sarah consider the fact that the older she got, the more tiring it would be to raise a child of her own? I don’t think so because she continued to want that child. And God PROMISED it to her. He PROMISED!

I wonder now as the years crept up on her, did she ever doubt God. As she celebrated her 50th birthday? Her 60th? Her 70th? Her 80th? Surely she felt God had forgotten her. Her friends were all mothers. Her maidservant became a mother FOR her……oh Lord, what in the world was she thinking on that one???

God’s timing is always perfect. We have to remember that only He sees the whole big picture. To us, his timing may seem off at times. I’m sure to Sarah, God’s timing was a bit odd. But we find in Genesis 21 that God does not withhold the fulfillment of a promise He makes…..

Now the LORD was gracious to Sarah as He  had said, and the LORD did for Sarah what He had promised. Sarah become pregnant and bore a son to Abraham in his old age at the very time God has promised him. Abraham gave the name Isaac to the son Sarah bore him.”….Gen 21:1-3

Sarah was 90. Her old man husband Abraham was 100.

And all I can say about that is Praise You Jesus for somewhere in time changing Your mind about the appropriate age for women to bear children!!

God promised . God fulfilled.

Sweet Blog Reading Friends, if you are still waiting on something you know God has promised you, remember Sarah. God’s timing surely seemed slow and endless to her but in the end, there was no better time for sweet baby Isaac to come into the world. God’s timing was perfect then.

And it’s perfect now. So don’t lose faith if you’re still waiting. And in the waiting, give a shout of praise because you know God is working out His promise to you……..and because you know you’ll likely never be a 90 year old with a newborn baby!

Thank You Jesus!


One response »

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s