It was the summer of 1968 and I (along with a friend from jr. college) was working in Lake Tahoe as a maid at a small mom and pop owned motel. I had my first car, a BIG Buick circa 1950 something and it was giving me trouble. Evidently my mother shared my car woes with my grandmother because soon mail arrived from her.
Mail but not just any run of the mill mail. This was mail covered, smothered and oozing her love and prayers for me, her grand-daughter. The envelope contained a letter, two prayer poems written on 3x5 cards, another note with more words and telling me she missed the mailman the day before. There was a dollar bill to go get a hamburger with and also the name of a gentleman she knew in Lake Tahoe who might be able to give me car advice.
No one will ever know how all these years later this bundle of love and prayers touches my heart and encourages my spirit. It is hard to do this post with tears flowing down my chin faster than I can contain them. My grandmother was a little lady of very few words but oh, was she special to me. I knew she loved me and I knew she loved the Lord.
I loved my grandmother and I miss her terribly. She lived a life of faith just like she encouraged me to do in those notes. She was often lonely and I know her heart was broken which led to her leaving this earth but she left me with a knowledge that I could put my trust in the Lord and for that I am eternally grateful.
Now I am a grandmother and lately my heart feels like it may break with situations beyond my control but as Grandma wrote, "God is my help in every need". I will look to Him the Source of all I need and then in turn pass on the encouragement to those around me just like Grandma did.