Sweet Old Lady

There is an image. A lady you have known forever. She has "always" been old. You don't remember her without silver hair. You probably remember her in your home church. In the same spot she had held for years. Right? Do you see her?

I do. I see that precious lady. I am reminded of her this morning. This woman loved the Lord. She was precious. I don't really remember not knowing her. She has always just been a part of my childhood memory. Her grandchildren were my friends. They are just mixed in my memory like so many other familiar things. I can't tell you about anything from my childhood that she did that was extra special, but she was just there.

What I can tell you is that, this morning that sweet lady is dancing at the feet of her savior. For those of you who know who I am talking about you are now smiling. Can you see her? Dancing? I don't think I could have ever imagined her dancing here. But I can see her this morning and it brings a smile to my face.

You see, this woman really stamped a BIG place in my heart almost 8 years ago. I was married and had moved a LONG way from home. My husband had decided that he and I would go on a mission trip, and we would need to raise funds to go. We sent out TONS of letters and told people about what we were doing, we begged them to pray and if God led, help us fund the trip. My church back home knew what we were doing and obviously announced it in church. I really don't know the details....they really don't matter. What I do remember is that I did NOT send this sweet old lady a letter. Never really occurred to me to send her one. But I got an envelope from her. There was a hand written note and a $10. She wrote about how she wished she could give more, and how she hoped that what she gave would help. It brings tears to my eyes even now to remember that gift. I know, I know, $10 isn't what bought the airline tickets or even breakfast one day, but $10 is what she had to give and she gave it. She reached down deep and gave what she could. Sure others gave more money, and likely some gave only a fraction of what they could. But God truly blessed my heart more with that $10 gift than with any other gift we received. She had heard about us, and what we were doing and she chose to give.

God blessed that trip, we were given all the money we needed and even extra we used to buy supplies for the missionaries that were there. God truly was glorified through His children, both old and young.

I just read on Facebook where that sweet old lady left her earthly body and stepped into eternity last night. I can only imagine how hard that is for her family this morning. I have only lost one grandparent and it was HARD. HARD, hardly describes it. I still miss him terribly. I know they are mourning their loss. However, I know that this sweet old lady, just like my grandfather, has reached a place of no more tears, no more pain, and no suffering. They can spend their days worshiping our Heavenly Father and for that I am so grateful and jealous! :) Their days are spent with endless praises to our Father! What a wonderful thing to remember!