Here is the continuation of Chapter 2 that I promised. You will find the first part here.
CHAPTER 2 Part 2
“They’re here!” Beth shouted as she ran to open the back door. She had been watching out the front window for over an hour even though they did not expect her grandparents until later.
“Grandma! Grandpa! Hurry up. You’ve got to see the special tree.” She threw her arms around both of them.
“Beth. Give them time to get in the door and get their coats off. Here, let me take your bags. Come on in out of the cold.”
“That coffee sure smells good. We didn’t stop for any on the way.”
As Beth’s dad hung up the coats, Mrs. Worthington led her husband’s parents through the entrance and into the kitchen to join her own parents at the table. Mrs. Irving had already poured two more mugs of steaming coffee for the new arrivals and replenished the plate of homemade raisin biscuits.
“How was the driving?”
“Fine, Harold. The roads are bare and dry—a perfect day for a drive. We woke up early and got a head start. That’s why we’re here in such good time. They’re calling for snow tomorrow, so I’m glad we planned on coming today.” Now in his seventies, Beth’s grandfather still enjoyed the trip, but did not like to make it in bad weather.
“Now that you’re warmed up, you had better both come
and take a look at this tree before Beth bursts.” Though she had said nothing, she had been squirming for at least ten minutes.
“Come on, then,” her grandma offered as she held out her hand to Beth, “show me this special tree. And, may I ask, why is it so special?”
“You’ll see.” Beth grabbed both grandparents by the hand and almost dragged them out of the kitchen.
“Slow down, girl. The tree isn’t going anywhere, and we can’t move as fast as your young legs take you.”
“Wait. Close your eyes. Daddy, turn on the lights. Please,” she added as Mr. Worthington gave her a knowing look. She carefully led her grandparents through the doorway into the living room. “OK, you can open them now.”
“Wow!” Grandma and Grandpa Worthington exclaimed in unison. “It certainly is a special tree,” added her grandfather. “Wherever did you get it, Harold? Sure beats the one you picked last year.”
“You’ll never let me live that one down, will you?” he chuckled. “We went to the small lot just off the highway as you come into Headly. You passed it on your way in. I should have gone there last year, but it was getting so close to Christmas I didn’t take the time to drive that far and there was next to nothing left to choose from in town. We were lucky to have a tree at all. Don’t worry. I’ll never let that happen again.”
Grandma Worthington bent down to hug Beth and to tell her again how much she admired the tree. As she straightened, she began to massage her neck and shoulders.
“Tired?” her daughter-in-law asked as she placed her hand gently on her mother-in-law’s arm.
“Yes, Marg, I am. I think we’d both like to rest awhile. It was rather a long drive, especially since we didn’t stop along the way for coffee and to stretch our legs.”
“That sounds like a good idea, Mom. Go ahead. I’ll call you when lunch is ready. We won’t eat until around one o’clock or a little later, so that’ll give you a good hour or so to rest.”
Mr. Irving and Harold were immersed in a discussion about Harold’s work. Marg decided to tidy the kitchen and prepare part of the lunch ahead of time. That left Beth and Mrs. Irving free to spend some time together.
“Grandma, come up to my room. I want to show you something.” Beth took her grandma’s hand and walked slowly up the stairs beside her. Mrs. Irving had to stop half way up to catch her breath.
“Yes, I’m all right, honey. Just a little winded. I’m not as young as I used to be. And I’m not used to stairs at home anymore since your grandpa set up my laundry room off the kitchen. I don’t have to go down to the basement now.”
Though Beth loved each of her grandparents dearly, Grandma Irving was her favorite. They had a very close bond. Both Marg and Harold’s parents were devout Christians, but Beth sensed something special in her Grandma Irving’s relationship with the Lord. She had the ability to share spiritual truths in a way a child could easily grasp, and had instilled in Beth at a very young age a desire for a closer walk with Jesus.
“Well, what do you have to show me?” Mrs. Irving asked once the two were comfortably seated on the bed.
“I made this for you.” Beth proudly presented a picture she had colored depicting Jesus surrounded by little children. She had traced it from a picture in one of her Bible story books.
“It’s beautiful. When I get home I’m going to get a frame for it.”
“Mom said I should wrap it up and put it under the tree, but I couldn’t wait that long.”
Mrs. Irving gathered Beth into her arms. “God bless you, honey. It’s a very special gift, and I’m glad you gave it to me this way. Your Grandpa and I will enjoy looking at it every day. Now, tell me what you’ve been learning in Sunday School.”
Beth’s grandma took the opportunity to talk further to her about the Lord and to pray with her. When they heard Marg call, “Lunch is ready!” they headed at once downstairs still deep in conversation.
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