These past few days have been a little sentimental to me. I have had my grandmothers on my mind. My grandmothers were very different from each other. My Grandma Standridge was a real lady. She had a gentle quiet spirit. She was very giving, and knew how to host a wonderful tea party. She would take my cousins and me shopping and then we would put on a fashion show for my Grandpa. While Tim and I were serving in our first church, ten miles from Grandma, she would show up with groceries for this poor pastor's family. She would say, "A preachers wife should look like a preachers wife. Your congregation should be proud to introduce you as their pastor's wife."
My Grandma McDowell is a different story. Those who knew her would say that I get my personality from her. There wasn't a quiet bone there. She always had a joke or funny story to tell. When I had a baby she showed up at the hospital wearing huge yellow sunglasses and a cowboy hat. She loved being outside enjoying nature; walking or riding bikes. She had a dance in her step and a song going on the piano. She would quote a scripture and ask a question and you would leave her house trying to figure out the answer.
My grandmothers were remarkable ladies. I miss them very much. There were a couple of things they did have in common. For one thing they both loved me.(I am so lovable) They both had a passion and love for their Lord. You felt this passion when you were with them. Whenever I was with these ladies I learned many things about walking the Christian walk. From serving the home bound with Grandma Standrige to loving your family when difficult things come along with Grandma McDowell. They could both quote scripture and did it frequently. They left a legacy I will never forget.
To this day, if I have a hard time going to sleep at night, I take a mental walk through Grandma Standridges house and by the time I make it to her bedroom and back to the garage door I am sawing logs.
Well, I hear a little voice calling me from the other room so I know that nap time is over. I leave you with one thought. What kind of Grandma are you? (Or will you be in the future?) I hope my grandchildren remember I loved them, but more important, I hope they know that their grandma had a passion for the One who could save them.
"Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all." Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Proverbs 31: 29-30