Forgive me
if I shared this with you back in 2004 via email. I didn’t know what to do with anything I
wrote then and probably have nothing left from that time. I was moving things around the other day and
came across this. Somehow it made it
through the move by being under stuff and as I finished reading I found it
still spoke to me.
He
was Pop’s Partner and Nana’s Sweet Pea (when no was near to hear). Pop taught him to burn ants with a magnifying
glass; do yard work and work hard; to be a gentleman and watch out for your
women. He also learned to rig a fishing
line; how to safely handle his hunting rifle; and a million other things. Pop and Log enjoyed riding on Pop’s
motorcycle and swimming together and watching Fear Factor. Nana hated Fear Factor!
Nana
taught him how to swim under water and made sure he got swimming lessons. She fed him every 2-3 hours when he said he
was starving.
They
went to VBS together, shopped together and popped fireworks together. Nana made sure he had household chores and
when he tried to sneak through the house to scare her she turned the tables on
him. Most importantly, Nana and Pop
talked about God a lot and made sure he went to church.
Night
times were special to Nana as she prayed over him and she got her Nana sugar
and he got his Logan
One
weekend when he was going home with his mom, and Pop had to work; Nana sarcastically
made the remark that she would try not to cry.
Logan
I
was on one of these occasions that she was standing in the doorway of his room
setting the timer and chitchatting with him that he called her name.
“Nana?”
She
turned and looked at him as she was putting the timer on the bookcase.
“I
love you.”
“I
love you, too”, she replied. “Rest well,
ok?”
As
she closed the door, she felt a surge of emotion as she realized the impact of
the conversation. She and Pop had always
initiated the “I love you”; and he had always responded with “I love you, too.” This time he had initiated the interaction.
Later
she realized she might have tasted what the Father feels when His children
respond from their hearts. Not just
because they should thank Him or love Him or because it is expected. It is simply because of who He is and because
they know His heart.
Late
in the night she heard her Pastor say what he had said many times nearing the
end of church praise and worship time.
“Open
your mouth and tell Him how much you love Him.
There are a million voices out there; but He is longing to hear your
voice.”
He
is longing to see your body language, see the look in your eyes, hear the tone
of your voice and when you call out His name He will stop and turn and look at
you. At that very moment you will both
know how much you love Him.
B.D.
August 7, 2004
It is hard to believe Logan
