Deep Roots

My husband connects quietly with our granddaughter. Almost two, she is busy, busy, busy when she visits. To get time with her, he meets her wherever she’s at. Usually, that’s on the floor.They don’t talk so much as he lets her take the lead and she is just starting to really express herself verbally. But I see smiles exchanged, a helping hand if she stumbles, lots of seeking eye contact to make sure he’s still there and his help with whatever activity she chooses.Mostly he just waits, and remains next to her. It’s a peaceful place, with a consistent bond. But I suspect this connection will yield deep roots.It surprised me when another family member expressed sadness and frustration that our granddaughter “never goes to them”. She has a busy life to lead, from what I see. If we wait for her, we may be waiting years!And if you haven’t already guessed it, she reminds me a bit of me.My husband’s connection with her emulates my Heavenly Father’s connection with me as an “active waiter”. He’s not off to the sidelines or waiting for me in the next room. He’s next to me with a hand as I crawl up and down stairs, follows me as I dart from one room/activity to another, rejoices with me as I find another doo-dad to add to my basket and reaches out when I stumble. He waits for me to remember this bad habit in my life that has become a vice. He waits for me to start treating this “temple”/body better. He waits for me to discover the wondrous step He has planned next for me.So I naturally turn His way when it’s time for us to be quietly together and connect one on one. For hours, He will sit with me. And we will be.

Deep roots. It’s what it’s all about.

Moses therefore said to them, “Wait, and I will listen to what the Lord will command concerning you.”

Numbers 9:8