By Elaine Knudtson
Rest. Is that what I expected when I left home to celebrate the coming birth of my new granddaughter? Before I got on the plane I meditated on the words of Psalm 23.
“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.”
- Slow me down Lord. Allow my restless heart to trust in your provision and love.
- Prepare the table before me.
What did I expect to bring my granddaughter? I’m not a fairy godmother bestowing on her blessings of beauty, wisdom and wealthy. I’m not a guardian angel to protect her from pain, disappointment and mortality. I don’t come with a magic mirror to give her insight into the future and assure her of a long and fruitful live.
But, I carry her inheritance, passed down from generations of believers who learned to be still in green pastures. It’s the legacy of faith, forged in the fires of the unknown; cooled in the still waters of His love.
I bring stories of God’s faithfulness in plenty and want; of His guidance through the shadows of fear and doubt.
I bring assurance that the good Shepherd will carry her, keeping her from losing her way through the obstacles of life, as He brings her to green pastures. I will hold her, whisper in her ear, brush my cheeks against hers, so that my old flesh can remember that it was once touched by the elders of my past who bequeathed love and assurance on me.
They wait for me on the other side of eternity now, just as I will one day wait for my new granddaughter, another link in the lineage of faith that leads back to Christ.
The Legacy –
I wait for the kindling of life in the crucible of her mother’s pain.
The intensity of birth making sweeter the joy and peace at her borning cry.
Why must joy be linked with pain?
Why must grace be tied to the cross?
Birth and death come together as one generation passes the torch of faith to those who will carry it forward to the generations I will never see.
Let me be true to the calling; to walk faithfully ahead of her, even as my shepherd goes before me.
He will lead her through fire and water and storms.
Teach her to rest. To listen to that still small voice, so easily missed in the noise of life.
To wait and see the Goodness of the Lord in the land of living.
Come here my beloved granddaughter. Let me inhale the fragrance of eternity as you step through the gateway into new life.
I will wait for you some day on the other side when I will welcome you to your final home in the presence of God for all eternity.
Welcome to the journey.