When I was a little girl I had plans with my sweet Grandma
one day. We were going to take a picnic
lunch to the park, do some walking in the woods, and play together—just the two
of us. Even though I was young, I can
remember this day very vividly. I was
excited to have this special time with her.
When the day arrived, I woke up to a soaking rain. The sky was gray. I leaned close to my bedroom window to get a
closer look at the ominous clouds. The
window pane began to fog up from my warm breath as I sighed at the look of the
weather.
My grandma picked me up from home anyway. I slumped down into the backseat of the car. She drove us to her apartment. The picnic basket was sitting on the dining
room table. She had spread a blanket on
her living room floor. As she got out
our lunch from the basket she said to me, “Don’t act cross about the
weather. This rain won’t ruin our
day. This day isn’t our day anyhow; it’s God’s day.”
I think I was about 8 years-old that day and those words
still are with me. My grandma is the kindest
person I have ever known. She speaks
words of truth in a kind and gentle way.
She could have been “cross” with me for acting disappointed, but she
didn’t. She reminded me in a sweet way
that our days aren’t really ours anyway.
Of course what she was telling me was scripture, but in a way that I could
understand.
This is the day the
LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24 (NLT)
Today it’s raining heavily in Virginia. My dog is pouting. I cannot take a walk. I’m stuck inside unpacking from spending the
weekend in Ohio. I miss my grandma
already. It was so nice to see her this
weekend and drink in some of her kindness.
I listened to Elliot and Sydney tell her about school. I heard them tell her how much they miss
her. We got to talk about our faith and
what’s at work in my heart. It felt
comforting.
I’m tempted to pout about this rain that is supposed to be
with us most of this week, but I won’t (well, I might grumble a bit). When I looked out the window this morning, I
thought about my grandma. I’m thankful
for her loving encouragement to me, and how very much it meant as a kid and
still means as an adult.
So, however the weather is where you are remember the words
of my Grandma because she’s right…today isn’t our day anyway. Let us rejoice and be glad.
Thanks for reading.
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| Elliot & Gram Labor Day weekend 2011 |
Beautiful. :)
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