It is no secret that I love food. I love cooking, baking, planning meals, feeding people and entertaining! This time at home has challenged me a bit as I wonder about meals and “putting on a good spread.”
So I was elated when I knew we were going to put hamburgers on the grill. I said to my three-year-old grandson, Jerome, “Do you know what we are having for supper tomorrow.”
He replied, “Yes, cheeseburgers.”
He was correct. He had heard about the big cookout from his mom.
I grinned at him and said, “That’s right. Well, don’t you know everything!”
He looked back at me and said, “No Grandma, only God knows everything.”
I was a little startled but not totally amazed. After all, this is the little guy who pretends to be Pope Jack sometimes. (The name he selected.)
And he was so right. Out of the mouth of my darling grandson came the reminder that I cannot be in control now or even when things get back to “normal.”
I do not know the reason all of this is happening. And maybe I will never know. But this experience has made me rely on and trust in God a little more.
And I thank God for my wise little Jerome who helps me see what matters.
“Only God knows everything!”