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| Morgan Ann, all grown up, sitting upon my lap |
“For he will command his angels concerning
you to guard you in all your ways.”
—Psalm 91:11
“Nana, please, we
have to bake cookies, and you need a Christmas tree to decorate.”
My eldest
grandchild, ten-year-old Morgan Ann, would not quit on the topic of Christmas.
I did not
want to bake. And I sure didn’t want a tree, when Joshua had always been
involved with choosing a big one. When Morgan pleaded more than once, my husband and
I relented.
Morgan and her
two sisters, Lynsey and Carley, came over early one morning to begin the
handmade ornaments. At least I got my way that there would be no ornaments on
the tree except for what the girls made. I guessed I could handle that much.
Morgan also insisted we make Joshua’s favorite cookies, a welcoming and fitting inspiration.
Okay, maybe I could do this.
The girls made a
big mess with glue, glitter, and construction paper. We strung cranberries and
popcorn on strings and decorated cutout egg cartons into bells. The girls hung
the ornaments on a three-foot-tall tree, also my idea. No big tree.
We made fudge—my
idea. The rest were Joshua’s favorites: thumbprint cookies, hand-decorated
snowmen and Santa Claus, and angel sugar cookies. Pink, blue, and green
frosting was smeared on the table and on my granddaughters’ faces. We laughed.
They howled.
I took oodles of
pictures.
When the girls
left that evening, I sighed with a smile. Morgan Ann had had a wonderful idea.
Father, thank You
for prompting me to please my granddaughters. We made wonderful memories, and
they blessed me. Please bless them as they grow into young women who may learn
to follow after You. In Jesus’s holy name. Amen.
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