PARENTING October 21, 2002 Issue

Grandparenting with prayer

By Barbara Weigt

Several Months Ago I took my two-year-old granddaughter, Brittany, on a trip that involved several hours of flying and a change of planes in one of the world's busiest airports—O'Hare International.

When some of my friends heard of the plan, more than one commented that I was a "very brave" grandmother. The thought of having undertaken something that was perhaps more adventurous than I needed, caused me to question the wisdom of my decision. So I prayed for God's direction, and it seemed absolutely right to continue plans for the trip to see my mother and let her enjoy her great-granddaughter.

Whenever I board a plane, this thought comes unbidden to mind: "The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms" (Deut. 33:27). It happened again, as Brittany and I settled into our seats on our first flight together and I prayed for a peaceful trip for all of us.

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