MuddyPuddles

I have had the pleasure to spend the last few days with my sweet grandson, Trapper.  He came to visit on Thursday and left this morning.  We did a lot of the usual things.  We went to the tank and caught little fish (down below the dam) with our nets and transferred them to the tank.  We skipped rocks on and swam in the crystal clear water.  We shot the bb gun and rode his dad’s four-wheeler.  (I love to see and feel his little arms and hands next to mine on the handlebars as we navigate through the pasture.)  Except for a few ant bites and mosquito bites and some stinging nettle it was pretty awesome.
We also played all the usual games in the house.  And, as usual, we looked at all the knives in my knife collection.  He asked me if he could have a knife so I took one of the small pocket knives and wrote on the back of it with a sharpie pen “To Trapper, From Pa, 9/1/07”.  It is now stored with my other knives for his future use when he gets a little older. 
And, as usual he spotted the rocks that I have on a shelf in my office.  We talk about them every time he comes---about why I have them and where they came from and the fact that they are “special”.  I’ve got a few rocks that I brought back from Colorado on some youth back-packing trips.  I’ve got a couple of rocks that came from foreign countries.  I’ve even got a couple of concrete chunks that came from the Berlin Wall.  But the favorite rock I have (his and mine) is a white marble rock which came from the same region (and possibly the same quarry) where Michelangelo got his marble to do the statue “David” (which is my favorite art piece of all time.  It just blew me away when I saw it in Florence ). 
He asked me if he could have it and I said he couldn’t take it right now but that I would let him have it some day.  I picked it up and wrote on the bottom of it with a black sharpie the story about the rock and that I was going to give it to Trapper and that I loved him.  Later, when his dad came to pick him up, I let him take it downstairs to show his dad.  As he came back up the stairs I met him as I was going down.  He paused and teared up a little and asked me “why can’t I have it now, Pa?” 
A couple of weeks ago I listened to a speaker talking about our possessions.  He made the point that we only use about 20% of the clothes in our closet but it’s just not hardly in us to get rid of the 80%.  And we are kind of like that with all of our possessions.  We really cling to them.  He said that not only was it good for us to live with less, but that it was so healthy for us to give away something that was valuable to us.  It is good to give away something that is a favorite of ours. 
As Trapper had kept asking me to give him that rock and as I saw him standing there on the stairs so innocently with his eyes welling up with tears I thought about how much I love him.  And I thought about how good it is to give away something that is precious to you.  So I gave him the rock.  I told him he could take it home.  Relief and joy and excitement swept across his face.  I scooped him up in my arms and carried him into the den where he joyfully told his dad that “Pa” said he could keep the rock.  And then we went outside to look for a few more “special” rocks that were small enough to put in his pocket. 
I don’t know if I’ll ever see that rock again.  I hope so.  It truly is special to me (now more than ever).  I hope that it somehow makes it through his childhood and stays in his possession.  It will now be associated with two great memories and it will be a reminder of how much I love him and how much I treasure his love.

I bet God feels the same way about me as I feel about Trapper.  And the gift he gave me was a million times more precious than anything I’ve ever given to anyone.  And when I partake of the bread which represents the body of his son, and when I partake of the fruit of the vine which represents his blood that was shed for me I am so thankful for a God that loved me so much.  In light of that gift, what would I be willing to give to him?  What do I have that is precious that I would be willing to give?  I pray that I’m up to it.  I pray that you are too.  May God bless us as we live for him.  Sincerely,  Dennis