I write this entry not long after laying my precious grandmother to rest. My heart is full of mixed emotions and I am unsure from moment to moment which one will surface. The steady flow of loved ones who poured in to see her over the last two days spoke volumes about her life. All who knew her loved her and every one of them knew how much she loved Jesus.
My grandmother left me an inheritance of greater value than that of the finest gold, the largest diamonds, or the most exquisite strand of pearls. She left an heirloom whose worth cannot be measured. Her legacy of faith in Jesus Christ is one that has no end. As she has passed it to me so I pass it to my children. As parents it may take years to till the soil of our children’s hearts before seeds can be planted. Once planted it may take a while to see a sprout. Like a farmer waits for his harvest so we must wait for ours. Work done in a heart is never done in vain, especially the hearts of our own children. Although I didn’t let go of my rope when I should have, because so many including my grandmother, tilled and planted in my own heart when I did finally let go I knew where to look.
My grandmother’s passing symbolizes a generation that will soon end. This generation is one whose class, integrity, loyalty, compassion and faith are invaluable and sadly, soon to be a thing of the past I fear. Unless of course we intervene. Will we step up and lead future generations or leave it to society? Do we spend time with our elders and glean from them all we can before it is too late or do we presume tomorrow will come and wait until them to ask them. We will lose so much when we lose this generation and when we do we will have a choice to make.
Scripture instructs us older women to admonish the young women. If you are reading this and you are a women that’s you and that’s me. There are always women around us that are younger and just like we need our mother’s, grandmother’s and aunt’s guidance so they need ours.
God, please give us the grace, the strength and the courage to step up and guide those who are younger and lead them as we were led. Like my grandmother may we likewise leave the greatest legacy of all….
From the heart, Callie
Reflections from the day my precious Grandmother went home.
Today began like any other non-eventful day although it certainly did not end that way. Life sometimes has a way of doing that and usually when we least expect it. While sitting at home writing I received a phone call that my grandmother was in the emergency room being given CPR. As I rushed to the hospital to be with her and my family all I could think of was how I was supposed to have gone to visit her over the weekend but didn’t make it. I’ll go on Monday I told myself. Monday came, life happened and still there was no visit. There’s always tomorrow…
I arrived to a scene that pained my heart deeply. A team of doctors and nurses stood over my grandmother desperately working to revive her. Two weeks earlier she had knee replacement surgery and was moved to rehabilitation. During her therapy session this morning she passed out. We soon discovered she had a blood clot.
Waiting outside her trauma room stood her 3 remaining children including my father. Each of them at different times had been to see her yesterday. One by one they recalled their time with her and smiles lit up their faces. They all commented on how good she looked, how happy she was and what a wonderful visit they’d had with their mother. I was so grateful for the time they had with her and that their final memory of their mother was one that brought sweet smiles to each of their faces.
In Ecclesiastes the Bible speaks of their being “a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.” Once during my quiet time with the Lord I meditated on this verse and thought of how each of these emotions are but a second from the other. I was reminded of this today. The day began with laughter and suddenly turned to weeping.
Must it take death to remind us to truly value each day without an expectation there will be a tomorrow? For ourselves and for those we hold dear? Tomorrow came for me to visit my grandmother but not like I expected or hoped.
I wish I could’ve told her what she meant to me…
I wish I could’ve thanked her again for taking me to church with her as a little girl…
I wish I could’ve thanked her for her beautiful example of trusting Jesus till the very end…
In truth my grandmother didn’t die; she went home. She was given 85 years and I was blessed to be a part of 35 of them. My grandmother loved Jesus and her faith was firmly fixed on that. My grandmother fought a good fight, she finished her course and she kept the faith (2 Timothy 4:7).
In honor of my grandmother…
Thank you for giving to the Lord
I am a life that was changed
Thank you for giving to the Lord
I am so glad you gave…