Message to my unborn Grandchildren in New Zealand.
Hi Guys. I am writing this before you were born or even conceived. I just want to tell you I love you. You might not think so because I am never there. When your nursery school has “Granny’s Day” and all the other kids come with their Grannies, I am not there. When you are the star of the school play or playing your first cricket match or first ballet concert, I am not proudly watching from the side lines whispering to all nearby, “That’s my Grandchild.”
You probably do not know me. Perhaps in my lifetime I have seen you once, or perhaps twice if my finances are much better than expected. More than likely this was when you were very young, a baby probably, and you don’t remember.
I have photos of you. I carry them around with me all the time and I look at them often. I try to imagine you as you are growing up and I remember what your Daddy was like at your age. Your Daddy is my son and I have loss of memories of him when he was your age. Unfortunately I won’t have many memories of you – only photos and perhaps letters or e mails.
Your Daddy and Mommy decided they wanted the best for their children. They did not want them to grow up in South Africa where they were born because there is a lot of crime in South Africa. All the houses have high walls, sometimes with barbed wire or electric fences around them. Still people rob and steal. They break into our houses and cars. Sometimes they threaten us with guns if we don’t give them our jewelry or cell phones or let them drive away in our cars.
Your parents wanted you to grow up in a safe country.
So they decided to move to New Zealand. Unfortunately New Zealand is very far away from South Africa and it costs a lot of money to get there. That’s why you don’t know me and have hardly ever seen me. You also have some cousins in South Africa that you don’t ever get to play with. But you do have friends. I’m sure of that.
How can I love somebody I don’t even know or who doesn’t even exist yet. I know I will love you because you are my grandchildren. Whether you are good, or not, whether you are pretty or not, whether you are clever, or not.
In the same way God loves you. Not because of anything you have done, but just because you are His child. I am always praying for you. I pray that you might accept Jesus into your heart and into your life, that you might be the best you that you can be, that you might grow up with confidence and courage.
Your loving Granny
