|My daughter Katherine holds a picture of my Grandmother, |
her Great - Grandmother and the person after whom she is named.
For none of us lives to himself alone and none of us dies to himself alone. If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.
For this very reason, Christ died and returned to life so that he might be the Lord of both the dead and the living.
My Grandmother was born today in 1916. Or at least no-one could argue the fact with her, because she celebrated her birthday on November 5th. We did as she wished. Her birth certificate reads December 5th, plainly. But if you had known my "Gram", you would know that there was no arguing with her and that was that. I miss that lady. I think most of the sting of her death is gone. It hurts less. She passed on from this life on June 24th 1996. She was 79 years young. When I think of her, my face is lightened and smiling. The dark clouds of grief have passed. Memories of her live on in my heart. I am thankful to God for her in the deepest way. I trust Him completely for all I do not understand. It was not so, always. It was all so quick. As years pass, one sees the bigger picture. Quite similar to flying in a plane and surveying the land from above...it all looks so different. It is part of a bigger landscape, a broader perspective, a piece of the puzzle. Yet, when a piece of a puzzle is missing, there remains a longing for the piece. The picture is incomplete. I wonder if Heaven is like a place where all the missing puzzle pieces of my heart which represent people will come back together and the picture will finally be complete. And we will all be rejoicing. Together, again. Lord, I do thank you for the Hope of Heaven. I saw her take her very last breath. I saw her leave this place. When it was done, all of the city had to hear my cries. For I have never cried so hard. I am not sure I ever will again. I think I wept for three days in my apartment with the pain of it. I confess, I did not run to the arms of my God, but I ran as far as I could to escape the pain of her death. I share this because, although I grieved deeply and wept, I rejoice greatly that God has faithfully provided me a peace that passes all understanding, in His time. He brought me through it, and closer to Him. Although I ran from Him initially, He was never far from me.
|With her sister "Auntie Pep" on a trip to Hawaii. |
I used to call them the little Munchkins
|Gram kept her hair red for a long time until finally letting it go grey. |
She told me she waited so long because
she knew I loved her red hair so much and I kept saying NO GREY!
Isn't she beautiful?
Before I knew Him I caught a glimpse of the everlasting example of Him because He gave me her. Thank you, Lord for the time I had with this beautiful lady. Thank you that you allowed her to be my Grandmother, and that you chose her to model for me that which you saw as good and loving. Thank you, Lord that You are good.
And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.
God is love.
Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him. In this way, love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment, because in this world we are like him. There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.
|I think this is on her Confirmation.|
1 John 4:16-18
|See the "Munchkins" in the middle- My Gram is wearing pink|
and her signature Red hair!
This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son
as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.
1 John 9-11