Cheering is natural for me. In High School, I jumped around in a short skirt shouting out practiced routines. Now, as a Grammy, I pour encouragement out spontaneously, in generous quantities, whenever the little ones are within earshot. The problem is that there is a great distance between my home in Texas and the places where these little people live.
Recently, I got to visit our two grandsons in Indiana. While there I observed and commented on all the wonderful things about each one of them. The younger one, Caleb, noticed that I noticed. This response is so unique and surprised me so much that I can’t stop thinking about it.
At the playground, as he worked his pre-school legs up the ladder of the slide, I said, “Good job, climbing.”
Caleb stopped. While still holding on tight he turned his head and looked at me with his large chocolate colored eyes. “Thank you, Grammy.”
His sincerity startled me. He reacted this same way when I praised him for eating well, showing kindness to others, picking up his toys or obeying. Caleb’s simple comment of, “Thank you, Grammy,” was filled with real appreciation and that had an amazing effect on me.
Being thanked for encouraging, for praising, for taking notice of someone I love is well—very encouraging and it made me feel loved and noticed. Like a trampoline, all the affirmation I offered Caleb, came right back at me.
It got me wondering about praise and God. How He deserves it, commands it and receives it. When we notice Him and His kindness and say, “Thank you,” we are not initiating the process we are simply responding to what He has first offered us.
Paying attention to the ways in which the Lord is loving us may help us to respond appropriately and cause us to develop a more thankful heart of praise.
I’ve been testing this theory by trying to take notice of the innumerable ways the Lord declares His love for me each day.
On a crisp fall afternoon, when the sky appeared to be using all its might just to be blue and the air whispered a cooler breath, I noticed and said, “Thank you, Jesus.”
I awoke one morning and remained in bed for a moment to reflect on the beating of my heart, the freely supplied breathable air surrounding me and the sun that had risen—again. I responded, “Thank you, Jesus.”
My husband’s embrace and eyes filled with acceptance and delight caused me to lift my heart to the One who brought us together. I whispered, “Thank you, Jesus.”
As I’ve noticed and commented on the fact that the Lord is constantly expressing His love to me by giving me these gifts I’ve grown more aware of how much I love Him too. I want to respond with words of praise and thanksgiving and bounce that love right back at Him.
Just like our little Caleb, who, when I showed him my love by offering him words of praise, stopped what he was doing long enough to say, “Thank you, Grammy.”
Posted on November 24, 2013 in