Grandmother

Grandmother died. It is hard to put into words all that goes through one's mind when one hears those words. Grandmother. She was really a quiet person with a quiet faith that did not shout or draw attention to itself. We all knew that she loved Jesus and that she had to be at church on Sunday, but it was not til she was in her final days that the truth of the legacy she has left behind began to unfold. The Grandmother who quietly prayed and saw her children and eventually her husband become Christian. The Grandmother who quietly attended Bible studies and prayed with friends weekly. The Grandmother who collected poetry and wrote long quotes of her faith in Christ throughout her Bible and notebooks. I knew my Grandmother for 27 years, and I never knew all this until these last weeks. No attention was ever drawn to her quiet life of faith, and yet it changed our family and all those around her. Her life was quiet and simple, filled with the heartache of lost children and a lost farm. But somehow, that quiet life relying on God was glorified God in a magnificent way. May that be true of us all.