One of my earliest memories is of being sick one early,
school day morning. I was actually too
sick to go to school (NO! I wasn’t
faking it this time…this time). I laid
there with my back to the door feeling yucky.
The door opened, someone entered, and laid hands on me. It was grandma. Asleep or not (which I wasn’t), she came to
pray for her sick grandson. Then it happened.
It was strange when it did. I
felt something wet drip on my feverish neck and rolled down. It was warm.
“What was that?” I thought. It kind
of caused me to jump when it landed…it was unexpected. Then it hit me: IT’S A TEAR!
IS GRANDMA CRYING?
This drew me in. Grandma
had gotten caught up into this moment of petitioning heaven on my behalf. This was more than a “Now I lay me down to
sleep” kind of prayer I was accustom to.
This was a “touching heaven, impacting earth” moment. Grandma’s love for
me became real. Grandma’s love for God
became real. God became real.
This weekend family and friends are coming together to
celebrate grandma’s 80th birthday.
It’s been several years since my grandfather’s gone to be with
Jesus. Lately during my mornings of
connecting with God, touching heaven hoping to impact earth, getting caught up
in the moment in His presence, and being thankful for how good God’s been to me
and my family, I pray this prayer: God,
help me be a good steward of my grandparent’s legacy. They laid such an amazing foundation for
us. They walked a path so God-honoring,
so God-centered, so God-preoccupied that I want to carefully be sure to follow
in that same path.
The verse that comes to mind is one that Paul wrote to the
church in Thessalonica. He wrote: 8 so we cared for you.
Because we loved you so much, we were delighted to share with you not only the
gospel of God but our lives as well. 1 Thessalonians 2:8
That’s my grandma; caring because she loves, delighting in sharing
not only the Gospel but her life as well.
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