Why Granny Made Me Cry…

2-47pm

I woke up this morning soon after 6am and  just did not feel like getting Granny up. I didn’t feel like dealing with her smells and her slowness and having to be excessively patient and kind. I didn’t want the responsibility of it all. I wanted to relax in bed, read and sleep and not have to do anything. Mike, bless him, delayed the moment of truth by going and making me coffee. He returned saying all was quiet on the ‘Granny front.’ She was still fast asleep. I read for a bit, all the while knowing that I had to go and sort out Granny. Eventually, as I again thought “I must go and do Granny”,  a little ‘small whisper’ crossed my mind. “Helga, if Jesus was telling you to go and sort out Granny – if this was HIS particular ministry for you today, would you do it?” Of course I would. “Well, IT IS!!! This is THE most important ministry of your life today. Go do it!”

I leapt out of bed and went downstairs. Granny was fast asleep. I went into the kitchen and prepared a tray. This was my particular ministry for the day. This had to be good. I cut up paw-paw, one of Granny’s favourites. I sliced orange, taking care to get rid of all the pith. I chopped a huge strawberry. I went into the fresh, wet garden and cut a few daisies. I set a tray….

…and I took it to Granny. She looked very sleepy as she half opened an eye. She stretched and winced and slowly pushed herself into a sitting position. I propped an extra cushion behind her head and put the tray down on her lap. She gasped, “Oh, it’s all beautiful” she tried to say, in her struggled language. “Oh, oh, look, beautiful. Oh thank you.” She couldn’t get over the beauty of the (quite small pathetic)  bunch of  flowers. It was so humbling. Her appreciation overwhelmed me. I put a light blanket around her shoulders and left her eating her fruit salad. I left her room, tears spurting out of my eyes! She was so sweet!

I went back a short time later with toast. Instead of just jam on toast cut in half, I made jam on toast cut in quarters. She was in raptures over the fruit salad, that she said, ‘went on and on.’ She showed me the very empty bowl. She set the toast in front of her and said, ‘Look at that!” I gave her a hug and she said, ‘thank you thank you, it’s all so beautiful.’ She touched the (old ordinary) tray cloth and admired the detail! I left her eating her toast, tears again spouting out my eyes. I blew my nose vigorously. Oh the small needs of an (almost) 88 year old. Granny’s love language. The Holy Spirit knows it. He prompted me. We all benefitted! TGBTG.

For the rest of the morning, after getting Granny dressed, Mike & I went to get glass for the broken bedroom window. That was my job for last Monday, but I forgot to get them – and didn’t have the dimensions, so it didn’t happen Tue, Wed, Thur or Friday either! 🙂 Today, it happened. Mike came home and started fitting the glass…

Useful having a handyman husband!

Meanwhile, I continued reading…

Soon, I’m off to to the Mall to get strawberries & Granny’s pills! Then I will come home to watch Wimbledon Ladies’ Final and eat strawberries and cream!

For fun…Miranda put this on FB…

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Another picture I saw on FB today was this one: Galatians 6:9 says “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up”.

God loves us as individuals. Each one is important to Him. That means you, the individual,  reading this,  is in His grip. He’s got your back. He loves you more than you know. He knows your needs. He knows your dreams. He knows your thoughts. He knows your plans. He will direct you in the way you should go.

God bless YOU!

In His grip,

Helga xx 🙂