How are you, Nanni?

‘How are you, Nanni?’

I watched our dear little great-grandson talking to his paternal grandmother, and although she was far away from him, he could hear her and even see her as she waved to him from her hospital bed.

Again James asked, ‘Nanni, are you feeling well?’ He even prompted her: ‘You say, “Yes” or “No”’, and hinted – ‘Yes?’  There was hope in his eager suggestions for her reply!

I was also far away, but observing this touching exchange from my home. I had the Tinybeans site open on my computer at the daily-update my granddaughter faithfully sends me every evening. I love to get it!

James was able to recognise his grandmother because he was familiar with her voice. He knew she loved him, and although he couldn’t see her in person to give her a hug, he had no trouble believing she was real!

So why, I wondered, when we want to hear the voice of God, do we sometimes feel he’s too far away, or it’s impossible to really hear him speaking to us? Perhaps we wonder if he can hear our voice? We know that Jesus spoke to his heavenly father all the time, and he said we must come to God naturally, like a little child. How it must give the same heavenly father a thrill when we want to talk to him! God loves to know what we’re thinking and doing. He wants to be a big part of our lives. He wants to talk to us any time we’ll listen, just like James’s Nanni.

The technological systems that allow us to keep in touch with each other are not new to God. He created the airwaves, and the skills of the people who’ve used them to design communication systems. He placed talents in the minds of those who tap into the amazing resources available nowadays. These f0rms of communication are important. They should be used to pass on our feelings, our enjoyment in each other, and our love, just like we can do in our conversations with God.

Jesus loved little children. He called them to himself even when others sought to shoo them away. I often ponder on the words of the song by Jemima Luke that I used to sing as a child.

I think when I read that sweet story of old

When Jesus was here among men,

How he called little children as lambs to his fold,

I should like to have been with them then.

I wish that his hands had been placed on my head,

That his arms had been thrown around me,

And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,

‘Let the little ones come unto me’.

Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go;

And ask for a share in his love;

And if I now earnestly seek him below,

I shall see him and hear him above.

But thousands and thousands who wander and fall,

Never hear of that heavenly home;

I wish they could know there is room for them all,

And that Jesus has bid them to come.

So as I continued to watch and listen to the short video on my screen, James, with his thumb in his mouth, mumbled,  ‘I hope you feel better soon, Nanni’. But then, with his thumb out again, he added words that I’m sure his grandmother will always treasure: ‘I love you’.

And that’s what God imparts when we tell him how much he means to us ‘I love you’, he says. What a wonderful father he is!


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