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Family: Grandma and Grandpa


Every family needs a Grandma and a Grandpa.  You know those people in the world who think you are perfect no matter what!  Well maybe not perfect but really really awesome!  

People who are wise from their years of experience and living life.  Who are comfortable in their own skin so that those around them are comfortable as well. Who fix things.  Go slow and fall asleep on the recliner.  They are unselfish.

Our Grandma and Grandpa for Royal Family Camp were awesome.  They modeled to the campers what a healthy family runs like.  What a healthy loving and appropriate Grandma and Grandpa are like.  Our prayer and our goal is that they will proactively seek these kinds of Grandparents in their life.

Our boys have the best Grandparents ever!  They love and adore them and call to ask about those big days.  They care.  They pray.  They are people that my boys could always go to and who would be there for them.  But we have never lived near them.

God has provided Grandma and Grandpa people in their lives and I Praise God for them!  Not just our amazing churches who were full of wise and unselfish Grandparents but bosses, neighbors, teachers, janitors, and friends.

Whether you are 4 or 44...know the importance of having older people in your life that are part of your "family" to offer their perspective based on time and experiences and wisdom.

We can't mope because we might not have one but rather find them and build connections with healthy people who help us move forward in our lives.  

Go meet that grumpy old man neighbor and ask his advice on your yard. 

Speak with that older woman or man in your church and ask their opinion on an aspect of your life.  Ask them what they observe about the environment your in.

Go to the nursing home and ask those folks to tell you about their lives.  They love telling their stories and if we were wise we would listen.

Everyone needs a Grandma and Grandpa.




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