The birth of a first grandson is an awesome experience!

Levi, a big whopping nine pounds, had to be delivered by c-section. Since his mother needed me to help with the night time duties, I spent the first week of his life with our daughter and son-in-law.

Those were precious times.

I sensed a special bond being formed between grandma and grandson as we shared the wee hours of the night feeding, cuddling, and loving one another. Levi soon learned the voice of his grandma as I talked to him while doing the necessary things that keep a newborn baby happy.

While taking care of Levi that first week I missed our church services at home. The message was on Revelation, and I love anything on the victorious, last book in the New Testament. So while running a few errands I went by and picked up a tape of the message I had missed.

That night, about midnight, Julia and Alan went to bed and left little Levi and me to do the middle of the night feeding. I enjoyed those times when it was just the two of us. Levi would look up at me as if to say, "Thank you, grandma, for being here to feed me again tonight."

The tape of Sunday’s services was ready for me to listen to as soon as I finished Levi’s feeding.

Suddenly, I remembered Revelation 1:2 says we are blessed when we hear someone read those Scriptures. I cuddled Levi to me, gave him his bottle that had been prepared ahead from his mother’s milk, and turned on the tape recorder. With big, brown, adoring eyes transfixed on grandma’s face, Levi and I listened to my pastor read from Revelation.

Sleepy eyes and sweet, nighttime sounds let me know Levi’s bottle was nearly empty and he would be happy for another few hours.

I prayed that all the days of his life, Levi would know the joy, contentment and blessings that come from hearing and obeying the words of God.