Those who know me well know that I am a doting (some might say dotty) grandmother. Recently I had extra reason to be proud of 13-year-old Reynna.
Reynna has taken karate lessons for several years and has moved to the highest level, so much so that the only class available to her was the most advanced one. She learned when the class was going to be taught and was just about to sign up for it when she learned her church activity night would be held the same night as the karate class.
Reynna realized she had to make a choice. "I have to go to Young Women (our church's organization for girls 12-18)," she told her mother (Alanna, our daughter). "What I learn there is much more important than anything I can learn in karate."
I realized what a sacrifice this was when Alanna later told me that Reynna probably wouldn't be able to take the advanced karate class at a later date because she would be too old for it.
So, for today, I am grateful for Reynna.