WAIT WAIT WAIT… I THINK I HEARD SOMETHING!
Went to sleep after midnight only to have my internal alarm clock wake me up prior to the time that I “DAE” wanted to get up. Some days, I would like to just lay around and relax… it seems that for whatever reason, that rarely happens.
Can it be that I have work to do? Can it be that I am missing something? I wonder if it’s what they say?
GOD HAS SOMETHING THAT HE WANTS FROM YOU!
I completely believe it. He has been dealing with me for years through dreams, visions, and so much more. I mean, I am Alma’s Granddaughters, Daughter! What does that mean to you? Probably nothing… However when I take a moment to go over my life. It means EVERYTHING!
I remember the weekends when Grandma would come and get me. She would take me to Kmart to get those little shorts with the stripe on the side. She would get me the tube socks with the stripes and to round it all off…. when it was time to get fancy, she would get me those Hebert Cox shoes.
Let me tell you about those shoes. They were expensive but she knew that it was an investment for my future. She simply knew things that others (in my family) seems to care nothing about. Don’t get me wrong, they knew a ton of stuff by what Great Grandma knew, she made sure that she shared it with me. Maybe Grandma knew something about my WALK.
She had those big chairs, a ton of tiny display spoons, a green Chevy Nova SS (Betsy), bad feet, a tiny waist and big bowed beautiful hips. Grandma was the hardest working women that I knew. Lord knows she was!.
Grandma was that lady that went to church every Sunday, she had the picture of herself in her nursing uniform and she seems to have everything in order. Sweaty star mints in the purse, small kleenex packs and safety pins. She had it all. I never heard her complain. I just saw her leap to action to make sure that everyone and everything was OK. She was always cooking healthy meals (I promise you I don’t ever remember eating out) that contained some sort of green vegetable and I can promise you that for breakfast, I can only remember cream of wheat or oatmeal. She was just that way.
Outside of that, I remember her little sitting area. A high back chair and to the left you could find that little sofa table with the lamp attached. You didn’t have to look far because right there you would find it. Her guide to keeping things in order. Everyday she would be in this book. The book was marked up. Pages were tattered but the contents inside was so good that you could not rip that thing from her hands. She even had little miniature copies all over the place. In good times, she was reading. When things got tough, she was reading. She even had the nerve to make me and my cousin remember some of the words that were hidden in her little power source.
I remember her telling us to remember our portion. Mine was the 23rd something or another. We would have to sit there an learn almost like studying for a test. It was like Grandma knew that we would need these answers and we were not aware of the test date. Nevertheless, we did it and we were actually quite glad that we did.
Here comes Sunday…. warming up the car, saying a prayer for traveling mercy, asking for this hedge of protection for ourselves and even the people who were not around. Why was she always talking like that? Who was she talking too? Nevertheless, that was Grandma and whatever she was doing, it worked for her.
*yes….. she was the one who paid for my Jheri Curl…. those things were expensive
I remember saying time after time…. I am not going to be like grandma. I mean she was way toooo much.
Ha!!!!
Grandma had something powerful. Grandma knew more than what we gave her credit for. Grandma knew something about this thing that she wanted to instill in us. Something that had given her strength and peace during the storm.
I didn’t know all of this at the time, she was releasing something. She was showing me something powerful. She was shedding light on things that had not even appeared yet. She was laying down something mighty that could not be destroyed! She was preparing my cousin and I for things that had happened, things that were happening and for things that were to come.
That 23rd something is ringing in my heart. Something is happening and I know it is for a greater purpose! Is it structure? Is it understanding? Is it wisdom? I can just feel it. I notice this feeling every once in a while.
Grandma was teaching us some heavy duty stuff. Something she knew that we COULD handle. We didn’t realize it at the time but she was laying that FOUNDATION. Perfectly layering each brick. Making sure that there were no cracks or crevices. She did what she could.
Today, I write from the place that soothes me….. I PRAY THAT I WILL BE LIKE GRANDMA!
Lord, let me find a book like hers, let me find a pen that stains, let me fill this temple with the goodness of you. The things that Grandma did left an impressionable mark on my life. They are forever etched, engrained and stained. I will always remember.
THE FOUNDATION SPEAKS!
The Lord is my Shepard, I shall to want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures, he leadeth me beside the still waters, He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil: for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.