In Grandpa's Arms

Dean took his almost-two-year-old granddaughter for a ride this evening. A quite scary ride, in fact, and we weren't even at the Fair. She loves to see Grandpa, or G-pop, and is always anxious to go to him. So shortly after they arrived, he had her in his arms. Before we knew it, they took a ride from a standing position all the way to the floor, as he mistook the telephone table for his chair.

There were lots of things to catch their fall, though none of them were of the soft variety--the box of DVDs, a jar with pencils, a lamp, and of course, the telephone, to mention a few. A tray and a table will have to be replaced. But thank heaven, both riders survived the crash, with nothing but a scared psyche to mark the event. Grandpa held onto her admirably, thinking of nothing but protecting her during the fall.

If I fall, I want my loving Grandpa God to have me in  His arms too. I know His only thought will be to protect me as we go down. There may be lots of debris between us and the floor, but God will make sure that His precious child will land unharmed, even if there are some bruises and terrors on the way. We will go down together. And He will help pick up the pieces.