I stopped by to see Grandma this morning on the way to work.
She gets awful lonely sometimes now that Grandpa is gone, so I pop in on her every so often to sit and talk over a cup of coffee.
It seems to lift her spirits a little and I know it always works wonders for me to see her.
Anyway, we were sitting in the kitchen sipping our coffee and chatting when her thoughts once again turned to Grandpa , , ,
She was telling me about some of the great times they had during their 65 years together.
How her and Grandpa used to love to sit and chat over coffee much like we were doing.
Then Grandma told me how it got harder as Grandpa got older because he started to lose his hearing.
She told me that even after Grandpa got that hearing aid there were still times when it seemed he didnt hear a thing she said to him.
Although Grandpa never seemed to have a problem with hearing anything I ever said, I knew it to be true that he didnt always hear what Grandma was saying . . .
And of course, there was a reason for that, though I didnt have the heart to tell Grandma why.
You see, sometimes Grandma can be a little boisterous . . .
There were times when Grandma would get started on a topic harping on Grandpa about something . . .
She would just get louder and louder until she got it to a point where Grandpa couldnt take it anymore.
And then, when Grandma wasnt looking, Grandpa would turn off the hearing aid and he didnt hear a word Grandma said from that point on.
Grandpa told me that is what helped him keep his sanity.
Well, I got to thinking about Grandpa and that hearing aid of his this morning as I sipped my coffee . . .
I thought about how he chose to listen to what he wanted to . . .
Hearing only what he wanted to hear . . .
And shutting out everything else.
Then I thought of how things are today.
How there are many out there who do the same thing when it comes to Gods Word.
They hear what they want to hear and close out any part of it that they dont want to hear.
This is where our challenge lies . . . to be the voice that pierces that silence.
To be a voice in the wilderness . . .
To let Gods Word be heard loud enough and clear enough that all can hear.
Silence may be golden . . . but then gold is of this world . . .
Gods Word comes from the Lord himself . . . which comes down from Heaven.
Just a thought over coffee!
Durango
She gets awful lonely sometimes now that Grandpa is gone, so I pop in on her every so often to sit and talk over a cup of coffee.
It seems to lift her spirits a little and I know it always works wonders for me to see her.
Anyway, we were sitting in the kitchen sipping our coffee and chatting when her thoughts once again turned to Grandpa , , ,
She was telling me about some of the great times they had during their 65 years together.
How her and Grandpa used to love to sit and chat over coffee much like we were doing.
Then Grandma told me how it got harder as Grandpa got older because he started to lose his hearing.
She told me that even after Grandpa got that hearing aid there were still times when it seemed he didnt hear a thing she said to him.
Although Grandpa never seemed to have a problem with hearing anything I ever said, I knew it to be true that he didnt always hear what Grandma was saying . . .
And of course, there was a reason for that, though I didnt have the heart to tell Grandma why.
You see, sometimes Grandma can be a little boisterous . . .
There were times when Grandma would get started on a topic harping on Grandpa about something . . .
She would just get louder and louder until she got it to a point where Grandpa couldnt take it anymore.
And then, when Grandma wasnt looking, Grandpa would turn off the hearing aid and he didnt hear a word Grandma said from that point on.
Grandpa told me that is what helped him keep his sanity.
Well, I got to thinking about Grandpa and that hearing aid of his this morning as I sipped my coffee . . .
I thought about how he chose to listen to what he wanted to . . .
Hearing only what he wanted to hear . . .
And shutting out everything else.
Then I thought of how things are today.
How there are many out there who do the same thing when it comes to Gods Word.
They hear what they want to hear and close out any part of it that they dont want to hear.
This is where our challenge lies . . . to be the voice that pierces that silence.
To be a voice in the wilderness . . .
To let Gods Word be heard loud enough and clear enough that all can hear.
Silence may be golden . . . but then gold is of this world . . .
Gods Word comes from the Lord himself . . . which comes down from Heaven.
Just a thought over coffee!
Durango
