"For the eyes of the Lord range throughtout the entire earth, to strengthen those whose heart is true to him."
- 2 Chronicles 16:9 NIV
She loved pink. I sit here thinking my granny. Tommorow she would have been almost 70. Two weeks before her birthday 10 years ago she was diagnosed with pancreal cancer. She taught me alot. She was a fashionista before her time. Everything had to match, and everything you were blessed with should be treated delicatly. Her family was her prized possesion and her God was her joy She taught me how to cook , how to dress and how to be a lady. For goodness sakes, shes the mother of my best friend, my mom! Her prayers follow me to this day, but my fondest memory of her is not in her health, but in her sickness.
It was February 1998, and it had only been four short months since her diagnosis. She refused to leave her home, so she was confined to one of those hospital beds. My moms baby sister Peggy, had lived with her and my mom went up to help take care of her. I was sitting by her bed holding her hand and watching t.v. one day. She had lost a little of her voice. But she turned to me and so sweetly she referenced myself, her, my mom, my aunt Peggy and my dad. She asked me " Rose, what are we going to do? What are we going to do?" In my mind I took her from the equation and asked myself, when she died, what were we going to do.
I sat there a moment looking into her eyes. I watched as something left her. I felt this undescribable feeling start at the tip of my toes and move up my body settling at my throat and without thinking I replied, " We are going to do what you taught us to do. We will keep our hands in Gods hand and everything will be alright." She smiled faintly at me. I had recieved her last gift to me. Her strength.
She died weeks later in my mothers arms on March 3, 1998. During her battle my aunt Peggy had been diagnosed with chrones, my mom was diagnosed with diabetes in April after granny died and my father had been a diabetic for years now. My turn with illness would come in 2005 with the onset of the fibro. But in spite of it all we know what to do. Keep holding to Gods hand. There were times that she would lay there and not know who any of us were, but she would manage to call on God.
I am not confined to a hospital bed yet. I may never be. Maybe I will be. Only God knows. But this I do know, I will never forget my who my God is. I will never forget his promises and I wll never forget my granny's gift.
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