In the Genes

With this gorgeous 70 degree weather, yesterday found us outside soaking it up. I watched the kids toss a football and sat there chatting with their dad. It wasn't long before I brought up the fact that I had rooted a couple of trees but couldn't dig them up for transplanting. I thought I would need to cut down the saplings because they were too close to another tree. And let me make it perfectly clear that I never asked anyone to dig up the trees, however, it was taken as a challenge. One that no 15-year-old could resist in a desire to show-off his strength. A short time later the work that I couldn't handle was done. I was so happy, as well as impressed with the strength my son had developed taking weight training.

Later I realized that mentioning a job I couldn't do was something my grandma would have done. Growing up and visiting at my grandma's house, I recall my uncles lamenting the fact that each time they visited she mentioned a job that needed to be done. It could be minor or major, but definitely a job that she was not able to do herself - though she most likely tried.

She was strong and faithful. And because her name was Eunice, I often think of this verse.

I Timothy 1:5 when I call to remembrance the genuine faith that is in you, which dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice, and I am persuaded is in you also.

So if in fact I'm beginning to act like my grandma, that's more than okay with me.