dear emily,
i have written about the precious legacy of my two grandmothers, one was
truth and the other grace. grandma goldie was grace. she affirmed every
atom in my being and let me read as long as i wanted. she never said, "you
need to get outside and get some excercise."
the day of her funeral was one of the loneliest of my life. i kept looking
for her to comfort me, but she wasn't there. as a 38 year old woman, i sat
in a sunday school chair by myself and cried myself sick.
fortunately, i get glimpses of her in my daughters from time to time, and i
am grateful to the Lord for "His mercies are new every morning." (lam. 3:23)
in the sleepy colorado town that we love, we dug a large pond and were
told to name it. so we did:
once i was shopping in aspen and stumbled into a heavenly store:
thank you, Lord, for sweet memories,
lea
i have written about the precious legacy of my two grandmothers, one was
truth and the other grace. grandma goldie was grace. she affirmed every
atom in my being and let me read as long as i wanted. she never said, "you
need to get outside and get some excercise."
the day of her funeral was one of the loneliest of my life. i kept looking
for her to comfort me, but she wasn't there. as a 38 year old woman, i sat
in a sunday school chair by myself and cried myself sick.
fortunately, i get glimpses of her in my daughters from time to time, and i
am grateful to the Lord for "His mercies are new every morning." (lam. 3:23)
in the sleepy colorado town that we love, we dug a large pond and were
told to name it. so we did:
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| GOLDIE'S POND |
once i was shopping in aspen and stumbled into a heavenly store:
thank you, Lord, for sweet memories,
lea
