Sometimes one just needs to share from the heart. I have been thinking a lot about the influence my grandmother had on me. She has been on my mind a lot lately. Perhaps it is because this month is my birthday. My grandmother taught me many good things about life. I still honor many of them.
Being the oldest and first grandchild I know I was a little spoiled. (NO Way! LOL) When my two brothers were born I had to step aside. We all made our entrance into the world with in three years. One day grandmother had left a wicked looking butcher knife on the table. I picked it up and threw it at my brother knocking him unconscious. While grandmother and my mother were trying to bring him back to conscientiousness I proceeded to go and sit on my 3-week-old brother’s stomach. Grandmother would not let me be punished. she said I did not know what I was doing. This was probably true, what 3-year-old understand the seriousness of some actions.
I baked my first pie at grandmother’s house. The crust was so flaky it barely would stay together. Grandmother assured me it was delicious. She shared her first pie crust was so hard you could knock a hole in the plaster with it. That Labor Day weekend was one of the most treasured in my life. Grandmother insisted on giving me her Bible. She said she did not want me to lose out on having it when she died. I responded oh grandma you are so young. It will be a long time before you die. She said she would die before that Christmas. With me, insisting that she could not die she told me to remember that she was giving everyone her love for Christmas.
In October she was in a car wreck. She had been to Virginia to visit some of her family. On the way back to Indiana she told her friend she was ready to go home. Her friend replied that she was going home. She said no she meant to Heaven. The very next day was when the accident happened. She was hospitalized for several days, but her brain swelled too much for her to survive. IN desperation I kept asking God why.
One night about a month after her death I dreamed. Grandmother wearing her bonnet and apron humming a song, in the midst of a beautiful flower garden. When she turned around I saw tears on her cheeks. Upset I stated there were no tears supposed to be in Heaven. A voice said those are tears of joy. From that dream on I was able to just remember the wonderful Christian influence that Grandmother had on me.
Hopefully, if you are struggling with the death of a loved one you too can find comfort in the Lord. May you find true peace in Jesus arms.
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