Being a parent is a constant process of making priorities. Knowing that you really don’t have a chance of getting through all the things on the list, you decide what is most important and work from there, hoping you get to the most important of the tasks.

It seems that being a grandparent, however, isn’t like that.  A grandparent has all the time in the world to sit, to read, to follow, to listen. A grandchild can bathe in the warm golden glow of adoration from their grandparent. Completely safe, completely cared for, completely loved for being completely themselves. I think this is the point that Jesus is trying to get across. We aren’t going to big note ourselves into the kingdom of God. There isn’t a place for earning our spot. We don’t need to show our achievements or supposed greatness.

We just need to put aside all our pride and nestle into God’s lap. Revel in the safety and security. Feel completely seen and listened to, and completely at home and loved. Not because of the good things we did, or the bad things we didn’t do, but because we are a constant delight to God in heaven. 

 By Katherine Gilmore