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Come, Sit By Me
My little grandson was playing on the floor with some wooden blocks and tiny plastic people. As I watched, he looked up at me and patted the rug next to him. When I didn’t move quickly, he patted the floor again and said, “Right here, Grammy, come sit by me.” Well, how could I refuse? Even if I had to call for a crane to get me back up, I was going to sit on that floor with my grandson.
“I don’t know much about legos,” I said. “It’s okay…I will help you,” he said as I sat with him. We spent quite a bit of time together as we built walls of protection for those little people so that the evil enemy on the other side could not get to them. We put lots of supplies inside our wall and blocked off entrances where the enemy might try to sneak in through a crevice in the wall.
Before long it was bedtime so we left our little fortress sit where it was because tomorrow would be another day to conquer the enemy. We both had a fine time together making a wall so the enemy could not conquer our people and I even managed to stand back up without the help of a crane.
The next morning before anyone else was up, I walked into my cozy room by the fireplace where the fortress still stood waiting for our return. Over by the window were two chairs sitting side by side with only a small table between them. On that table was a Bible that had been left open. As I stood there, my eyes looked back and forth from one side of the room to the other between the little fortress and the Bible between the two chairs.
As I studied the setting in the room, my grandson’s words seem to echo in my ears. “Come… sit by me.” I sat down in one of the two chairs and picked up the Bible. I wondered where I should begin but then I remembered, “It’s okay…I will help you.”
“And a little child shall lead them.” Isaiah 11:6
Contributed by Pamela Perry Blaine