Jesus Loves Me!
by lynn gipson 11/09/2012 / Short Stories
"Gramma Lynn, go to pock?" Two year old Genesee asked. She was staying with her grandmother for the day while her mommy had some much needed time to herself. Genesee knew there was a beautiful playground park full of trees and swing sets two blocks away. Going there was her favorite thing to do when she came to visit.
"It's pretty cold outside, Genesee, are you sure you want to go today?"
"Okay, let's just get your coat, gloves, and hat on." Grandma Lynn sighed.
Grandma Lynn would rather do anything but go to the park in this morning. Her arthritis was acting up and she would much rather stay in the warmth of her home, but Genesee had a certain way with her grandmother.
When both of them were bundled up to the hilt, they started out for the playground. Genesee stopped to look at every little thing with great interest. She spied a rock, a piece of string, a neighborhood cat. Everything caught her attention. She seemed oblivious to the cold. Grandma Lynn herself seriously doubted her decision to come out by the time they got there, but her grand daughter was enjoying herself immensely.
Picking up a brown leaf, Genesee held it out to her and said "Pritty!' Her grandmother saw nothing pretty about a brown dead leaf but kindly said, "Yes, it is!"
A lone blackbird apparently not invited to fly south along with his friends sat on a limb in a tree, chirping mournfully. Genesee, who loved birds, said, "Look, Gramma Lynn, pritty boid!"
"Pretty bird, Genesee." Grandma Lynn corrected. She saw nothing particularly pretty about the scraggly looking bird, either.
"Yeth, pritty boid!"
Genesee ran to a swing and sat down, waving for her grandmother to come along with her. Grandma Lynn strapped her in the child's swing seat and silently wished to go home.
"Puth, Gramma Lynn!"
Grandma Lynn pushed the swing while Genesee, in her own little imperfect words, began singing a song she learned from her mommy called Jesus Loves Me.
"Jesuth love me, thith I know, fortha Bible tell me tho!"
Grandma Lynn found herself remembering the song from her own childhood, and before long they were both singing it at the top of their voices.
Suddenly Grandma Lynn looked around the park and saw the beauty of the brown leaves and the lonely blackbird. She began to feel exhilarated by the cold air. The bare trees and dead grass took on a serene glow as the sun began to peep through the clouds, filtering beams of light through the gray, low hanging limbs.
Grandmother and grand daughter ended up having a wonderful time. They sang, laughed, and played hide and seek behind trees. They crumbled up goldfish crackers for the pitiful blackbird and watched in glee as he flew down to eat. Grandma Lynn became a child again as she began to see the world through the eyes of her grand daughter, and it was beautiful.
After a while Grandma Lynn said it was time for lunch, and Genesee was ready for hot soup and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
"Bye-bye, pritty boid!" Genesee waved to the blackbird that was now back in the tree and chirping happily.
Grandma Lynn smiled and hugged her precious grand daughter and thought, Yes, Jesus loves me!
I am a 61 year cancer survivor just recently become a writer. I write short stories, articles and poems of Christian or Spritual nature.