It was another snow day from school for the grandchildren. Winter had been quite different in our part of the country this year. The soft, gentle rain that is most often our cold season had turned to many inches of beautiful white snow.

One-time, throw-away and digital cameras were busy clicking around our house as wave after wave of sparkling snow descended upon us. It was as if our eyes could not behold all of the beauty, and we needed to seize, for future viewing, the lovely, unfamiliar scenes that were being played out before us.

To capture some of the beauty our daughter decided to invest in a new video camera. Her girls really wanted one. And she had been assuring them that someday she would get around to replacing their broken camera. So, when about the fifth winter storm appeared to be at our doorstep, she gathered the girls up and off they went to make that long promised purchase.

Nine-year old Mary Kathryn loved it! She carried it around with her all day. Clicking away. Sometimes it would be aimed at the trees, so magnificent looking with limbs leaning precariously from the weight of heavy snow. More often than once, Mary Kathryn had the camera in the face of her sister or young cousin's who were spending the day with us.

I was busy at the computer. Composing some of the stories that my four grandchildren have given me over the years.

"Grandma, look!" it was Mary Kathryn with that new video camera turned towards me.

"This is my grandma, doing what she does every day," Mary Kathryn began her dialogue. "She is a writer for the Lord," I heard her say as the camera stayed pointed my way. In her quiet unassuming voice she continued her byline, "She wants to make Jesus famous." Then only as a granddaughter would say about her grandmother she loves so much, Mary Kathryn's next words were, "And she probably will".

Then just as if she hadn't spent those minutes on her grandmother, Mary Kathryn suddenly turned the camera and her story telling to another object and subject.

I rejoiced!

That short one-sided conversation ministered to this grandmother whose longing is to glorify God with my writings. For my young granddaughter to discern that was a delight. Lord, may others, young and old alike, understand how much I desire to help make You known around the world. Encourage many souls as they read the stories of my heart, produced mostly from the mouths of my babes - four precious grandchildren.

Love you, Lord? Yes! Praise your Name? Yes!! Giving honor to You is what my life is all about in these retirement years.