The past few weeks have been bittersweet for my family. Two Fridays ago, my sweet grandma passed away. And what a legacy she left! She died at 92, having raised five boys, having traveled all over with my grandpa spreading the Gospel, and having read the Bible through more times than seems humanly possible.
It’s such an odd mix of feelings. Weeping one moment and rejoicing the next. My grandma lived a life poured out. She spent her entire life seeking after God. She gave Him her very best – whether it be through raising five rowdy boys (all of which have been involved in the ministry), through cooking for hungry students at Bible college, through attending church every single time the doors were open, or through being the definition of “helpmeet” to my grandpa.
She was a teeny tiny lady – at the end of her life she weighed less than a hundred pounds. But her spirit was anything but teeny tiny. She was known for always having a huge smile on her face and for being one of the most stubborn and strong women around.
I have no doubt she’s skipping around heaven right now, making her trademark “oooooh!” face as she delights in the beauty surrounding her. I have no doubt that God said “well done, my good and faithful servant.” I have no doubt that if she could speak to us today, she would encourage us that heaven is better than even our wildest dreams.
But I still miss her. I still feel sorry for myself when I realize I won’t be buying her any more word search books. Or that she won’t be grabbing my hands with her teensy soft ones as soon as I sit down to talk to her. She held my hands the entire conversation, as if she were relishing each moment.
I miss her, but I can rest assured that I’ll see her someday. Until then, I’m not going to let her testimony fade away. I’m not going to forget the lessons I learned from her. I hope to be a servant like she was. Always willing to love and help and feed and clothe and bless and care for others. I hope to joy in the simple things in life like she did. She made every person around her feel like they were her best friend. She smiled even when she was in pain. She had a dedicated prayer life. She raised her hands in church although the very act often wore her out. She kept her Bible close by even when she could no longer read the words. She hid chocolate in her Kleenex box, but she would always share it if you looked hungry. She lavished love on her family members, even when she really didn’t have the money to be lavishing. When the front door on our trailer would no longer shut, she bought us a new front door, even though hers would only shut if you pushed it a certain way. She lived her entire life putting others before herself. She was a Godly woman. A servant. A worshipper. A wonderful, wonderful Grandma.