When I was a little girl, I stayed sometimes with my mom’s mom. My “grandmother” I called her, as I wanted to give her a little more formal title than my cousin did, who called her “maw maw”, ugh.
She was a strict with me as a little girl, and would often threaten a “whipping” with a “switch” from the giant mimosa tree that grew in her yard. I love mimosa trees because it reminds me of her.
Anyway, I loved my grandmother, but did not get to know her very well, and she passed away from leukemia when I was a sophomore in high school. But, I didn’t really want to “be” my grandmother. She was a little distant it seemed, and strict, and I didn’t like how she looked (yes, a little shallow of me).
Recently, my mom and I went back to her hometown where she grew up with my grandmother and my uncles. In the driving and talking, I learned so much about my grandmother.
My grandmother left me with a LEGACY – one of courage and bravery and strength.
Today, I would like to be more like my grandmother every single day.
You see, my grandmother didn’t just live through just one crisis of faith, she lived through FIVE IN A ROW.
My grandmother and grandfather owned a shop where she was a beautician and he was a barber. However, my grandfather drank, drank heavily, and also ran around on her. They lost the shop because he didn’t pay the taxes.
My grandfather and grandmother divorced when my mom was in middle school.
Shortly thereafter, the family home burned to the ground. My grandmother and her children stood and watched it burn.
Because she was a single mom at that point with no place to live, her children were dispersed among relatives and friends for an entire year. During that year, she had to go to work for a factory in a neighboring town, and rent a new home.
Within a few years of her children coming back to live with her, one of my uncle’s had a pretty bad accident when he climbed up an electric pole and was electrocuted. He lost ALL function of his body and brain. She nursed him back to health completely – he had to relearn everything.
She did it all by herself. No church helped her. No community rallied around to help her. She did it all by herself.
My grandmother did all that – all of it with her faith still intact. You see, I knew she loved Jesus. She talked about him. She watched evangelists on TV and often sang with the hymns they sang.
My grandmother is the bravest person I have ever known and I didn’t even know it when she was alive.
But if I live through all of this hell my family is going through with girlie, then I know it is because of the faith my grandmother left me.
The legacy of courage and bravery and strength that I hope I can live up to.
Because, honestly, this life totally sucks sometimes.
2 Corinthians 4: 16-18
16 Therefore we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day. 17 For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison, 18 while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal.