She would have been 83 today. Nearly six months after her passing, the pain of missing the lady that influenced me more for the Lord than anyone is only dulled by the deep-down, heart-felt knowledge that she is with Jesus.
Eighty-three is a full life, but it still felt too soon. Of course, I didn't want her to leave me for heaven because I wanted her with me. Many of her things are in my home being stored. Her china cabinet, beat up and worn, graces my dining room. Her shelf that always held her most treasured pictures and little breakables now hangs from my wall, holding a mixture of her treasures and mine.
I read the book Grandma wrote, feeling her with me as the story of her life is told on the pages. I'm determined to publish it for the family. The simple times, the complicated ones, the Great Depression as a child, the times serving in ministry; it all sort of comes to life as I read.
It makes me long for simple In My Own Life. Have we progressed our way into busyness and distraction with our computers and Smart phones? Are a losing more than we are gaining with all of our "advancements"?
Grandma, I miss you deeply. I know you are with Jesus, and wouldn't come back here no matter what. I know I'll see you again. Until then, I love and miss you. Thank you for all the lessons you taught me and are teaching me still.
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