One Minute of Your Time Please

My paternal grandfather divorced my grandmother before I was born. He moved far away and had no relationship with me whatsoever. I met him once for a few hours when I was sixteen years old. He was polite but didn’t indicate any kind of feelings for me. When he passed away I felt no sense of loss. You can’t lose what you never had.

I’m now at a stage of life where I am blessed to enjoy the company of my four grandchildren. I can’t imagine having no connection with them. They are part of my life. Part of me. I want to pass down so much of myself to them. I want to leave a legacy they will remember.

My grandfather passed on that chance. I’m in no position to judge. But it sure seems like a waste of life. Love is the only thing that endures. You get as much back as you give out.

One Minute of Your Time Please

You probably know someone who enjoys telling “fish stories”. The term comes from folks who exaggerate the details of their experiences to impress others, such as inflating the size of the proverbial fish that got away.

Even though we would never admit it, we all crave attention, and if it takes a little dramatization to achieve it, what’s the harm? It’s okay to tell a little fish story once in a while, so long as we remember that God always sees us the way we are.

Really, you don’t need to try to impress people. You have been created by a perfect God who made you precisely as you are supposed to be. There is a unique path you have been designed to walk and you have been given the ability to endure it. You will need God’s help to reach your destination, but you don’t have to tell Him a fish story to impress Him.

He already loves you. And you already have His attention. Don’t let Him be the one that got away.