“A Little Child Shall Lead Them”

Posted by on Dec 4, 2012 in Family, Friends, & Fun | 3 comments

A Little Child Points the Way

“A little child shall lead them.” (Isaiah 11:6)  And indeed he did!

This little child, our grandson (Super Hero Golfer Dude, as he sometimes likes to be known), spent his first night away from home and parents–ever–by going on a “river adventure” with us.  (We wondered if we were brave or crazy to attempt such a feat, especially since he’d never even stayed overnight at our house, where we could easily return him to his parents in the middle of the night if he changed his mind about this whole “camp out.”)

But he made it just fine.  And he lead us–literally–all over the place.

We traipsed up and down the river bank, up and down the stairs, out onto the porch, into the boat, to the boat ramp, out to the pasture to check the rain gauge. . . .  Well, you get the picture.

Awake and rearing to go fishing at 6:30 the next morning, despite being up way past his bedtime, he was giving orders and “leading” us all over the place. In short, it was a really busy weekend. I’m glad we’d been eating our Wheaties and taking our vitamins so that between the two of us, we could sort of keep up with him, or at least keep him out of harm’s way.

But aside from leading us all over creation, he led us by making us stop and look at Creation–with new eyes.  Though both his grandfather (“Chops”) and I (“Cocoa”) love the outdoors and soaking up the majesty of nature, this little guy led us to see even the mundane with delight:

Look, Chops! Come here!  Come quick!  You won’t believe this!  Hurry! Hurry!  You gotta see it!

The “it” which elicited such enthusiasm was–drumroll, please:  a dead fly!  Yes, a plain old  big black housefly, belly up on the floor.  The little guy was enthralled, especially since he could then suck it up with the DustBuster.  This activity was repeated several times with any speck of a gnat, moth wing, or piece of grass we’d brought in on our shoes. Anything that might pass for a bug or a body part evoked squeals of delight and the summons “Come look, quick!” (repeated so loudly veins bulged in his neck).

Each new experience, however small, brought equally enthusiastic shouts–fishing from the boat, “camping out” on an air mattress on the family room floor, donning his Spider Man life vest.

He led us to look at nature–from the mundane to the magnificent–through his innocent eyes:

“Oh, Cocoa! Look at this beautiful leaf!” (said about an ordinary dull brown oak leaf floating in a puddle).

Enthralled, he watched the gigantic orange full moon rise over the water, paving a silver path across the wide river, illuminating the den. Awed by its beauty and size, he sat speechless for the first time all weekend.

The next day, we delivered a tired little boy to his mom , and I must admit that a part of me was pleased when she reported his reaction to the hot chocolate she made him that evening.

 ”No, thanks. Cocoa and Chops make the best hot chocolate at the river.”

This “special, delicious” hot chocolate was a generic mix, brought to life by the miracle of hot water. But to this little boy, it was part of his special weekend adventure, a time of soaking in simple pleasures and big moons and family love.

May we retain his childlike wonder and delight each day of this magnificent life we’ve been blessed with!

Weekend Blessings,







  1. Thank you for this peek into your life as a grandparent. I was so blessed to have grandparents until just three years ago, when my grampa was 100 and my gram was 97. What a special relationship grandparents provide, with the conversations, the “special foods” and the slower pace. You are all blessed indeed!

    • How envious I am that you had such a long relationship with two grandparents! I never knew any of mine and was so jealous of my friends in elementary school who would talk about going to their grandparents’ homes. You, too, were blessed! Wow–a grampa who was 100 and a gram who was 97! You’ve got some good genes, girl!

  2. Hey there ‘Cocoa’
    I thoroughly enjoyed this read about your little grandson! What a joy he obviously is in your and ‘Chop’s’ life. I wish I had me one of those!
    Oh, the eyes of the very young. They see the mysteries and magnificence that we have long ago lost somewhere in the ‘growing up’ process.
    I gave my husband a framed poem last year for Christmas, when our prospects of receiving an adopted grandchild were more promising than they are now. It reads:

    I like to walk with Grandpa
    …His steps are short like mine.
    He doesn’t say…”Now hurry up!”
    He always takes his time.
    Most people have to hurry…
    they do not stop and see…
    I’m glad that
    God made Grandpa…
    Unrushed and young like me.

    My soft-hearted husband misted up when he read that poem. There is a great part of each ‘grown-up’ heart, I believe, that yearns for slower, simpler times to stop and smell those roses along the way. And to have ‘new eyes’ again to behold the mysteries and magnificence that God freely displays for us to enjoy.