Emma is a beautiful, curious, talented little girl with the energy of five five-year-olds. When she comes to visit, she is stuck to me like glue.
I guess it was inevitable with a nickname of "Frannie" that when I became a grandmother I would be called "Grannie Frannie." Although I have highly encouraged the dropping of the "Grannie" part, both the rhyme and my name is now set forever in the minds of my grandchildren.
Emma seems to start every sentence with "Grannie Frannie. . ." Sometimes I think I hear that name a thousand times in a weekend.
I confess there are times I go to the bathroom just to be able to have a moment or two alone. Only I'm not really alone, I still have to converse with Emma through the bathroom door where she waits for me to come out.
I am so glad our Lord doesn't ever go somewhere to "be alone" and find a respite from our constant calling Him. Instead, the Scriptures tell us ". . .the prayer of the upright is His delight," (Proverbs 15:8).
Not only does He delight in our prayers but our voices are sweet to Him: "O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely," (Song of Solomon 2:14). How wonderful to know that our voices are never old to Him, that He never wearies with our calling of His name. What an incredible thing to consider that our voice is sweet the the Lord, Creator and Sustainer of the universe.
Emma's little voice is sweet to me, too. Especially when she says as she did this weekend, "You are the best Grannie Frannie I've ever had! I love you, Grannie Frannie!"
I truthfully responded, "I love you, too, Emma. You are the best granddaughter I've ever had!