76 years ago

October 31st 1942.

If I could ask Evelyn Griffith today about events that occurred leading up to her bundle of joy and how her day went leading up to her precious daughter’s arrival, Mary Zoa, I’m sure it would make me sob. A proud mama rejoicing over a precious child is something that doesn’t change from generation to generation.

As we celebrate another year of LIFE with Grandma, I think about how she has impacted the lives of family, friends, coworkers, and acquaintances. And if you were to ask her the key to joy and peace. Her response would be “Jesus”.

That statement can be thrown around flippantly and cause your ears to grow deaf. But when you see it in action you can’t help but respond and SEE the goodness of Jesus. And I could go on and on like many of us who just think the WORLD of our grandmothers. (Also, I understand some are hurting because of grandparents) But my point is to glorify the One who has made my grandma, my grandma.

My grandfather died in 2000 and that left my grandma to be a young widow. I think about those years that she COULD have chosen to run away from faith or blame the Father but it’s made her more like her Father. She didn’t “white-knuckle” her way through her new season of being a widow BUT she rested in the grace of His goodness day by day. She continually trusted God’s plan. Grief is hard and it has a life driving impact on how we respond to all things. And my grandma grieved well and still is today.  I am learning that grief doesn’t go away over time. The sting of it may reduce over time but the process itself doesn’t go away.

My grandma lives a simple life. Loving Jesus. Loving others through serving them in ways she can. Picking people up from work. Taking people to doctor appointments. Going to another widows house to help bandage her wounds. Packing boxes and boxes of household items for a friend who needed to leave her house and move into a nursing home. Taking care of her daughters and kids and grand kids and ALL of her great-grand kids. And she loves us all the same but shows us how much she loves us individually. (That’s a gift. When you understand that everyone has a different love language)
Nothing glamorous about her life. Just simple, consistent faith that Jesus will provide for her next tank of gas and meal.

I think about death often. Not because I am morbid or ungrateful for life. But I intentionally think about it to humble me and focus on things that really matter. And I thought about her eulogy. And I didn’t want to wait to sit and reflect when she was gone.
I want to do it now. Thinking about the legacy she is leaving future generations.

76 years ago a precious daughter was born.
76 years later many are blessed to call her Mom, Grandma, Sister, Aunt, Cousin, Friend.
Life matters.
Our lives marrying our will to the Father’s produces abundant fruit.

Mark 12:41-44

The Widow’s Offering

41 Jesus sat down opposite the place where the offerings were put and watched the crowd putting their money into the temple treasury. Many rich people threw in large amounts. 42 But a poor widow came and put in two very small copper coins, worth only a few cents.

43 Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. 44 They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything—all she had to live on.”

SOLD OUT FOR JESUS.

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