Through Eyes of Love

Marcia K. Leaser

Today was a special day; it was Grandma’s day at the Rainbow Christian Camp.
Norma, my son-in-law’s mother and myself were going to spend a day with our two grandsons.

It was a beautiful day and the four and a half hour drive was well worth the time spent with Isaac and Caleb.

We had so much fun. We went on a hayride, took a cable swing ride down the side of a mountain, sang songs, acted silly, did crafts, had lunch and many other neat things.

A lot of pictures were taken, and after seeing the latest one of my four year-old grandson and myself… I mumbled something about not ever looking good in pictures.

Suddenly Caleb stopped stock still in the crowded hallway, looked up at me with a perplexed look on his face. “But Grandma, you’re beautiful,” he said.
It was as if the world stood still. Tears rushed to my eyes, as I hugged Caleb close.

He meant that.

I have to admit not too many people have said that to me… but at that moment I felt like Marilyn Monroe.

On the long drive home, I remembered Caleb’s observation and smiled a secret smile. My heart swelled as I thought of one other Who looks at me with the same eyes of love Caleb does; my Heavenly Father. Neither of them sees the many flaws I do when looking at myself.

No, I didn’t suddenly become photogenic, and I still cringe when I look at my driver’s license, but I do see myself in a different light.

After all, my little grandson thinks I’m Beautiful and that’s all that matters.

Marcia K. Leaser writes from Fremont, Ohio. dawtam@nwonline.net