Remembering Grandma and thinking about my son…

I often wonder what life would be like if we lived as we ought, “in one mind and one accord” (Philippians 2:2). My own words that I speak to others sometimes come back and speak to me saying as I’ve said, “we must know what we believe and why we believe it.” Believing, knowing, and doing all work together and weakness in one area unravels the whole.

Things I hear nowadays and things I remember hearing long ago led me on a journey into the scriptures and onto my knees seeking wisdom and understanding. Without these, nothing else is worthwhile. I continue on this journey, believing I will remain here as long as my heart continues beating and breath sustains me.

I wonder why so many professing Christians who have access to the scriptures choose not to search them. It reminds me of the old testament story of the time the Book of the Law was lost in the House of the Lord…can you imagine? Is it any different than walking by the Holy Bible day in and day out, not stopping to pick it up, open it and read; without recognizing how precious it is and what gifts it offers? Then I think of the time when Jesus said, “how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not!” How it saddens my heart…

My Grandma Davis searched the scriptures. I would see her on her visits, only once or twice a year she came for a few days at a time since she lived far away. She would sit in the recliner with the Bible opened across her lap, holding it with her well-worn and feeble hands as she read. Then after a bit she would rest her head back on the chair and close her eyes. No doubt she prayed many prayers for me and my sister as she sat quietly in reverence to the Lord with HIs very Words resting in her hands. HowI adored that precious soul! I looked forward to her visits. She was one of the most interesting people I have ever met. She read ferociously and had a sharp, clear mind into her nineties.

She would always say to me when I would greet her in the driveway upon arrival to our home, “come here gal and let me look at you.” With that approving smile that softened her plump and aged face she would say after giving a visual appraisal of me, “perfect.” I can still feel the warmth spread through my heart as I recall the look of love and approval on her face as she gazed upon me, one of many grandchildren, as if no one were more precious to her than me.

Grandma spent those long ago afternoons talking with me about the Lord and scripture, about life, love, loss, and joy. She could spin a tale and bring a story to life, enthralling me to the utmost and giving me strength in a way I wonder if she could have fathomed. Still to this day when I struggle, I remember Grandma and her words…”you are my grandchild and I believe I have a right to tell you what I believe and why.” And so she did, and to this very day, I’m thankful.

I had so many fears and worries as a child and Grandma knew this. She took time to try to reassure me and build me up on those short visits that were too few and far between. She would say, “the Lord can hear you without you speaking a word out loud and without bowing down on your knees…He knows your heart and He hears you when you pray. Trust Him Andrea.” It took so many years…

Grandma would encourage me by sharing scriptures. She would say I reminded her of the scriptures that encouraged believers to speak about the Lord and all He has done. She would say, “we are supposed to remember Him and speak of HIs goodness. You like to do that.”

Grandma had wisdom and understanding. It was evident in her walk of faith that carried her through so much loss and heartache.

James 1:5-6 says, “If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him. But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed.” James 1:22 says “…be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.” We are not only to hear, to read, and to know, but we are also required to do what God instructs us to do in His Word and that includes not wavering. We are also told not to think too highly of ourselves (Romans 12:3). Being prideful and esteeming ourselves above others leads to dishonor.

This morning I thought of Hebrews 11:6, “…without faith it is impossible to please Him: for he that cometh to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of them that diligently seek Him.” Jeremiah 29:13 says, “…ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.” There is much to be done, an active, continual seeking to follow the Lord.

I guess having Noah after already having raised a child, I feel a little bit like a Grandma to him. And Noah, like me, is thoughtful and verbal so we get along well and often think along the same lines. I can’t help but think of how I was with Grandma when Noah asks me his deep questions…”Mama, will we ever see the Lord?” And then when he so tenderly expresses his heart, “I want to give the Lord something.” Such innocence and sincerity…I would have been comfortable to share those things with Grandma and she would have known just what to say.

How precious are the Lord’s ways! His gifts are so good and pure and right. This little child that came to me after years of believing I would never have another little one to raise, has brought me closer to the Lord and filled my life with more joy than I could ever have imagined. All the while, in my most difficult years when I was desperately sad, God knew all the good He had in store. If only my faith would have been strong and secure. If only I had trusted, like Grandma had tried to help me do!

After battling mental and emotional turmoil for years on end, a friend shared this verse with me and I’ve taken great comfort in it time and time again ever since, “For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” Sometimes when I feel myself begin to falter in my mind, I stop and say, “Lord I know you have given me the spirit of power and of love and of a sound mind and I thank you for it.” I am strengthened by the truth of His Word.

Sometimes when I think of the ties between myself and my grandma and the tie between me and little Noah, I am reminded of 1 Timothy 1:5, “…I call to remembrance the unfeigned faith that is in thee, which dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois, and thy mother Eunice; and I am persuaded that in thee also.”

God has a plan, He has always had a plan, and HIs plans are good and right, pure, and perfect. I pray my son will always walk in obedience to the Lord. Before he was ever conceived, I prayed fervently that we would only be given a child if that child would bring glory to God. Surely He has answered and I am thankful beyond measure for all the children God has entrusted to my care; for Heather and now for Riley through her, as well for Noah. Just as Grandma looked upon me with acceptance and love, I look to these precious ones with a grateful heart and abiding love.

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3 Responses to Remembering Grandma and thinking about my son…

  1. Mimi says:

    I remember when she stayed with us shortly after Tom and i were married and Tom was working on something. She started telling him about the Bible and he said he thought it was hard to read and understand. She started telling Tom stories from the Bible and when she would get to a suspenseful part she would so, “oh, you don’t want to hear this. I’m bothering you.” Of course, he was hooked at that point and would urge her to continue the story. If she’d been Methodist, she would’ve been a great preacher šŸ™‚

  2. Sherrie says:

    As I read this I thought of all the people in my childhood who influenced me “religiously”. When thinking of family I recall Everyone, Aunts, Uncles, Grandparent(s), cousins attended church, gave an offering, carried their Bible a certain way. Their Bible was the emphasis; place nothing on it, carry it in one hand down at your side with the pages up, do NOT write in it. Then when it was meal time someone said “grace”, depending on who it was often a rote prayer. I don’t recall ONE person reading their Bible with the exception of crankily “preparing” for the SS lesson they had to teach the next morning. The last thing they did on a Saturday night. No one shared about Jesus and His love until years later, and even then it was people in the church I attended. I knew the Bible stories, but not The MESSAGE. Slowly Satan crept in my adult life and took over because I couldn’t let go of my past, I walked out of a ministry as a Missionary to no ministry, no church attendance, no praying, and hinged on non believing. All the while thinking about the hundreds of lives I had touched. Through my pastors wife, a friend that never gave up on me and a Christian Therapist I have forgiven others and asked God to forgive me. I pray that as I continue my walk I will get back to being someone who anyone young or old ask questions; that I will freely share my faith, continue to mark in my Bible and someday leave it as a legacy. The many notes in the margins reminding me now and others later of the messages God gave to me through certain verses. Like your grandma we must share and demonstrate our faith. We must look at others and see them through God’s eyes and assess them and think to ourselves “perfect”. It is a “perfect” opportunity to share Jesus. Even those who have been up close and personal with the Lord often need to be reminded of the Love of Jesus without condemnation.
    Thanks friend for sharing this experience from your childhood, young adult hood and now. I am thrilled that you allow God to speak through you and share the words of wisdom He has laid on your heart.

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