My granddaughter is nearly two and growing more verbal, so I have been waiting to find out my Grandma name. So far it seems to be "Tum", and I think I have finally figured out why. When my daughter comes to pick her up at the end of "grandma" day, she tells Brie, "Thank Grandma for watching you". Then I say, "Thanks for coming." This week Brie answered, "Bye, bye, Tum". Since she sometimes mixes up "c" and "t"--Cat is cat, but corn is torn, I think she is trying to say "come".
I thought of that during communion yesterday. As I reflected on the reality of Christ's death on the cross for me, the richness of his resurrection, the rejoicing at His soon return, the best I could think of to say to Him was, "Thanks for coming."
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