'Honey, just remember to abide in the Vine no matter what comes…We abide in Him and Him in us - that's all we need.'
I can't tell you the number of times I've called Grandmama or laid looking at the ceiling next to her on Granddaddy's side of the bed or stood in the kitchen against the counter or on the stool and have heard just what I needed to hear. We haven't necessarily even been talking about "my problems", just Life, and experiences, and Uncle Dave, Mama and Aunt Judy when they were little, Dr. So and So who was the best Doctor in town, or about the Great Depression and how Mamaw Voisy kept the floors swept and the house clean, even if they only stayed a day or two or a week…
Grandmama is one of those unforgettable people…Sturdy, feisty, gentle, small. You would hardly guess the Warrior beneath her cheerful smile and kind hands. But she is. She is one of the Greatest Prayer Warriors I know or have ever known, and she never ceases to make me wonder. So much wisdom is stored in that life and such a wonderful nurturing spirit, you can't help but feel more alive after having talked with her or spent any time listening and being with her.
So she tells me this week, 'abide in the vine…we have sufficient grace as we need it…don't fear what's not here yet. You're still afraid of it because God hasn't given you the grace you need to go through it, and you may never have that grace because you may never need to go through it…But if He does lead you through it, He'll take your fear and give you grace instead.'
It has been a wonderfully blustery, clear, cold, vibrant day, full of so many people I love. I cannot imagine loving any group of people more than my church family…They are so dear.
::Happy Sunday Afternoon::
Tonight is so blessedly clear and shiny. Chris and I saw a shooting star on the way home. It fell long and bright over a large field and disappeared behind a line of dark pines.
Dawn shuffles in, red-eyed and wet-haired.
'Goodnight, lil' Broge', she says.