Tuesday, November 27, 2012

My dearest God,

She asked to see a picture of my grandmother.  As I went through old albums, I saw my grandmother's face looking up at me.  The picture was taken on Christmas Eve at the century-old log farmhouse.  She was opening the gift I had made her, a sweater to keep her warm.  When I carried the picture upstairs and showed our friend, I told her the story of faith.

With some kind of regularity you refresh the memory of my grandmother who even today speaks to me of Christian faith.  Her warm way, generous spirit, loving trust, and her dedicated commitment to "love one another as I have loved you," still inspires me.  Although my grandmother died more than 25 years ago, her witness still calls for a response in me.

As I reflect upon all those who have graced my life, my grandmother is the one who always stands out.  Observing her live her daily life in prayer, worship, service, and compassionate care caused me to want to give my life to the same One who had given life to her.  It was easy to take hold of your hand because she was holding the other.

Make me
an instrument
of faith,
O Lord;
make me
a witness too.
Let not
one day
go by
that I fail
to share
the truly
wondrous news
of grace-filled love.
Reveal your plan
I pray.

Love, Andrea