“Can I go you house?”

Sutton Brooks is the tenth and last of our grandchildren.  As a three-year-old, he is a happy explorer of life.  Sutton loves me but he loves the exploration of life more.  Every time we see each other, he comes running as I start kneeling.  As soon as the hug is finished, the little explorer is off on another adventure.  During that luscious hug, Sutton will always ask, “Can I go you house?”

When there is time for an answer, I always respond, “Yes.  I would love for you to come to my house, but you must ask your mother and daddy.”  Certainly, you see the wisdom in this response.  I will not be the bad guy who says, “No, Sutton, you cannot come to my house.”  I let his parents do that part.

I understand why he wants to come to my house.  The woods surrounding it are like a corral.  There are balls galore. A creek runs behind the house. In addition, there is a paved circular driveway for bike riding, a basketball goal, swings, a small stage, a trampoline, a basement television and an air hockey table, and lots of paper, pencils, and crayons for drawing.  There is also my shop filled with tools, scraps of wood, and sawdust.  And most of all, there is their Marmie!  Our grandkids love their Marmie.

I am inspired at the consistency of Sutton expressing his desire to be in our home.  I am reminded of a song by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young, “Our House.”  It is a fun song.  Go listen to it.

There is another song I want you to enjoy.  This one is by Audio Adrenaline, “Big House.”  I can’t keep from being a bobble-head and toe-tapper with this one.  “Big House” serves my purpose today as being an invitation to you to go to your Father’s “big, big house, with lots and lots of room.”

My prayer this morning is, “Father, can I come you house today?”  The answer is always, “Sure.  Love to have you.  You don’t even need to ask, just come knock at the door and you’re in.  I’m expecting you.”

(Picture by Fred Baldwin)