In the midst of chemo treatments, on a day I was paying and organizing medical bills (yikes!), a note from my dearly departed grandmother literally fell into my lap. It was the calming balm of love I needed; it was the reminder of not only her love, but God’s.
My grandmother sent this to me when I was a mere babe of 16-years-old and having a hard go at life. So many years later, reading the words in her own handwriting, it brings to mind the many conversations we had, her guidance, her concern, her hand on mine, her listening ear, her simplicity in faith, as she conveyed her strength to me.
Over and over, I seemingly stumble upon her letter in the moment I need her most. She couldn’t have known almost 36 years ago, when she sat down to send me encouragement in my sorrow, that this letter would be a touchstone of comfort in many a time of need.
The underlining ~ugh~ how much I love the same underlining I used to tease her about.
As soon as the letter fell into my lap, I felt a peace and happiness that only my grandmother could evoke. I read it and laughed, then cried. How I long to hear her voice, to see her eyes, to have her hand on mine. Yet, for today, this was enough…more than I could have imagined.
I tucked it away once again. I’m hoping there will never be another need for such encouragement, but I know that day will come.
Until then, I’m keeping the faith, Grams.