by Cathy Baker
I wonder if she peeks over my shoulder on days like this.
Days when I comb my granddaughter’s hair like she once combed mine. Soft and slow, watching each strand snap back into place.
Days when my granddaughter takes off running for the daffodil patch in hopes of finding one to pluck from its hiding spot.
Days when I sit with my baby grandson on one knee and a “big girl” granddaughter on the other, both vying for my attention — one with a coo and the other with a pat on the shoulder.
Days when tears make way over my crooked smile as I stare at pictures of another sweet granddaughter far away, yet so close to my heart.
I know of no biblical evidence to support my wondering ways. Yet to place any mortal-minded limitations to what God might do in the heavenlies is foolish.
The Word does say that we cannot perceive what God has prepared for those He loves. So does this mean I believe God somehow allows my grandmother to occasionally peek through the portals of heaven?
I can’t say for sure, but on days like this, I can’t help but smile at the possibility.
“No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him.” 1 Corinthians 2:9