Rick’s ReTurn: Grandpa, a role that never gets old
Not too long ago, I shared a column about my grandchildren. Now that my number of grands has increased from 4 to 5, I thought I’d share an update.
Not that I think anyone is particularly interested in an update, but because I have found that being a new grandpa never gets old.
Lenox Tyre Davis came into the world on Oct. 31 (that’s right, his birthday will be on Halloween). Why couldn’t I have been born on a day where unlimited free candy is distributed?
Lenox’s mom (our daughter Jessica) is doing fine, but Lenox (or “LT” as I plan to call him) had to spend a few days in the NICU at Self Regional. Seems he takes after his Nana and arrived about three weeks ahead of time.
We all had a few anxious moments until they were able to remove all the tubes and monitors from his little body, but he seems to be doing fine now. Lenox met his older sister, Zoey, who fell in love with the baby boy at first sight. He has also met his older cousins, AC, Gracey and Bryson.
There is just something about the birth of a child that can’t help but remind you of God.
Think of it, God really did have little Lenox in His hands and crafted him into the little baby He has designed Him to be. He crafted Lenox’s heart and one day will put a craving in his heart for a Savior. That’s a day I look forward to and his Nana and I will do everything we can to pour God’s truth into his life, as we have with our other grandchildren.
Some people see the duties of grandparents differently than Joyce and I do. Sure, we love to spoil the grandkids on their birthdays and Christmas, but what matters most of all is the time we get to invest in those young lives and the example that we set for them.
We want our grandchildren to see us do more than go to church, as important as it is to engage and worship with other believers. We want them to see us conduct ourselves in such a way that is different from others and the messages that will confront them now and in the future.
Don’t get me wrong, nothing makes my heart sing like hearing the voice of one of my children or grandchildren tell me they love me and I love doing “things” for them, but when all is said and done, I hope and pray that when I’ve left this earth and gone to my heavenly home, there is only one thing that matters. There is only one thing that I want my wife, children, grandchildren and people I have encountered in this life to say about me: “He pointed people to God.”
That is the legacy I want to leave behind someday, but I’m not done just yet. I am done having grandchildren, my children assure me, and I’m just fine with that.
This papa loves his grandchildren beyond measure, yet I know one who loves them even more than I could – their Creator, their Heavenly Father, their Savior.
I can’t imagine what that amount of love looks like and I am blown away that He loves me in the same way.
(Rick Hendricks is the former editor of The Chronicle and now works as a Chaplain for Hospice Care of South Carolina.)