When I gave birth to my sons years ago, I remember telling everyone that I couldn’t wait to be a grandmother. I wasn’t downplaying motherhood. I loved being a mother, and I stayed home with my children full-time, so that I could be with them as much as possible. The fact was, that when I began experiencing the inexpressible joys of parenthood, I developed a longing to see my own children experience those very same joys, and to share them in my role as a grandparent. So when my son, John, and his wife, Amy, announced that they were going to be parents, I was elated. And when John sent me the first ultrasound photo of my grandbaby in the womb, all I could do was cry and praise the Lord. My dream of becoming a grandmother was finally coming true, and my gratitude to God was overwhelming. I also felt a deep sense of gratitude in my heart for John and Amy. Knowing they would have to make countless sacrifices in the days ahead, they were still choosing to embark on the pathway to parenthood. And my admiration for them runs deep. I still have some months to wait before I can hold my first grandchild in my arms. But I am already experiencing the blessed truth of Proverbs 13:19–“A longing-fulfilled is sweet to the soul.”