I was able to speak yesterday at the church that my grandmother attended when she was still alive. It was a church that she poured her heart into and tried to all she could to keep it afloat in the years that it was struggling. What a blessing for me to share there and honor her in doing so!
About half the congregation remembered my grandmother and told me kind stories of their memories of her. I could not help but cry at different moments because I miss her so much and cherish her just as much. As a grandmother, she was a jewel.
I know that she would be proud of me and encourage me in what I am doing. She always loved me for who I was. I wonder if she would ever have expected me to be so totally in love with Africa....wanting to be a missionary....etc. Maybe she caught a glimpse of it while she was still alive...maybe she saw who I was becoming long before I even knew.
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