Linger

We go to a small church.  That’s one of the reasons we love it.  Our kids run around while we get to talk with other adults in-between Sunday School and the worship service.  We can stand in a certain location, where we can see the basic exits, and let the kids just play around with their friends.  They know everyone.  It’s very much a family community.

But sometimes we lose them.

We’ve never really lost them.  It’s more like they are scattered and can be found in their usual places, which are multiple.  We just have to hunt them down right before the service so that we can all sit together.  Ingrid normally likes to be in the nursery, but sometimes she sits with us for a bit.  Yesterday I had located all 4 of the older kids, and just wanted to peek in the nursery to see if Ingrid was playing in there already, or if she wanted to come to church with us.  The nursery workers said they saw her sitting with her grandpa in the service already.  Knut’s parents go to our church too, and this is not uncommon.

I didn’t really hear the nursery workers well, though, because they didn’t say “her grandpa” they actually said “a grandpa.”

So there was this older gentleman sitting in front of us, with plastic tubes running underneath is nose helping him breathe, who was visiting his daughter and her family that Sunday, and Ingrid was just sitting in his lap.

Well, they were actually coloring together.  The service had started and announcements were being read, and Ingrid and this adopted grandpa were just coloring together.  Knut and I sat behind them.  Every few minutes, she would look up into his eyes, and make a silly face, and he would make a silly face back to her, and they would share a giggle, and go back to their coloring.

I’m not sure which of them looked happier.

That is my little, happy story to share with you all this morning.  There are friends found in unexpected places.

That’s a really short post for me, isn’t it.  I’m just lingering in the picture of the two of them.  Linger with me.  This is the church.

 

 

 

P.S. Totally unrelated to the above post, (I couldn’t end it without one random thought) I’m trying to improve my public speaking a bit.  I’m sharing a longer version of my “testimony” on Periscope tonight at 8pm Central time.  Basically, I will tell the story of how on earth a city girl in Denver ended up living out here on the farm.  A testimony is basically a witness account of God’s work in one’s life.  My handle there is @garonnevik if you’d like to come say hi.  It will be very casual.  If you can’t make it be sure to come see the replay.