I have a grandmother I never met. I never will. But, until this past Saturday I wasn't sure who she was. My momma has found her mother. Her mother who left when she was about my young boy's ages, and she never heard from her again. There was much speculation over the years. The biggest questions of course - Why, and Did she love me?
My mom got those answers on Saturday.
How spine-chilling to hear my mom on the other end of the line say- "My momma loved me!"
That is just so right.
How fun is it going to be when I meet my step-aunts, and cousins in October, seeing my grandma's picture and hearing about the grandma I'll never see on this side of heaven. To observe the reunion of my mom and her family and take it all in.
We may not fully understand why finding her came after she died.
But I know, that I know that my God Daddy is sovereign, and He is in control, of even this. More to come on my grandma, Lucille Bolton Boseley.
1000 Gifts #544-555
Isaiah wiping his brothers tears
peach tea with fresh peaches as ice
a grandmother once lost, now found.
the humanness of my pastor
"I will Rise" and the hope the song brings
white chicken chili on a cool night
Ms. Meadows and
a no-tantrum Monday morning
Psalm 27:13-14--- I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord, be strong and take heart, and wait for the Lord.
Happy Monday y'all!