Me, Grandpa, Grandma, my brother and my sister ~ 2007
My grandmother died yesterday. We were close. She was like a second mother to me, which had it’s perks and it’s downfalls. <smile> I was incredibly blessed to have her in my life and see her faith; it was a faith of action more than words. I was talking to my mother today about Gran’s incredible strength. Mom reminded me that Gran it wasn’t so much that she was strong, but she was connected to the Ultimate Source of strength. She recognized her weakness and fear and through Him only she had strength, courage and the ability to meet the challenge head on.
Growing up, we lived “across the garden” from grandma and grandpa for as long as I can remember. As an adult, our families moved to the city and my marriage home was only a 10 minute walk away.
I miss her.
And I’m rejoicing.
For yesterday morning, beyond death, she entered into abundant life. Meeting her beloved Jesus face to face? What an incredible day she must have had and will have forever more. The wonders of heaven, the delight of being in the presence God? Far beyond my human comprehension.
Thank you, Lord, for taking her home!