We were running late for church. We're never late for church! I realized about 30 minutes before we needed to leave that all 4 kiddos needed to bathe. They'd spent all day outside & were covered in dirt & sweat. Not to mention a certain teenager always has a foul smell these days! We arrived with only 5 minutes to spare and by the time we got the 3 younger kiddos in their classes the announcements were already started. We'd have to find a place to sit near the back. Peter pointed to a pew near the back and he, Travis, and I filed in. It was the moment I set my purse down at my feet that I realized exactly where we were sitting. This is the exact pew and spot where Grandpa J sat every single Saturday night. My stomach did flips. Did God plan this? Our worship center seats 1200 people and THIS is where we sat down? All I could think about was Grandpa worshiping in this same spot only 2 weeks ago. Now he was a new resident of heaven, having been with Jesus 3 days. Last night's service took on a whole new meaning.
Yes, it could just be coincidence that we sat where we did, but I don't think so. I'm grateful for the gentle reminder God gave me of Grandpa's legacy once again. I was able to worship our Heavenly Father, knowing Grandpa J was worshiping face to face.