I can hardly believe today is the first day of summer. It seems like it was just yesterday when I was watching snowflakes fall from the sky. In January. Where has the year went?
So much has happened… it feels like I have lived the equivalent of a lifetime over the past several months. We’ve attended weddings, funerals, and visited with new Mamas and their babies. We’ve planted and are now harvesting from our little garden. We’ve celebrated birthdays, watched the younguns’ lose a few teeth, and as for the youngest little Lambert, well, in these short few months, he’s learned to crawl and pull up on his crib.
It has now been over a month since my grandmother passed away. Today, like so many other days, I found myself thinking of things I would like to tell her. To show her.
Friday is our art class day. Today in class, I finished a drawing I had been working on for the past 3 lessons. When I arrived home from the class, I found myself reaching for my phone to send my grandmother a picture of my drawing. I knew she would be excited to see it, as she always was excited to see what art projects we were working on. With it being a “4th of July” themed picture, I knew she would be excited about the upcoming celebration we would be having, and would be ready to start discussing the menu and fireworks! =]
And then it hit once again. She’s not here any more.
I wonder sometimes how long it will take for me to fully realize that she isn’t here- she’s gone on to her heavenly home. The hurt is so sharp still… I am so thankful for a heavenly Father that knows all and picks us back up when we’re hurting… when we’ve fallen and can’t see the next step. I miss my grandmother so much more than I can even express. I know that I will always miss her, but I also know God was merciful to take her home to Him. She could have suffered so much more than she did, and for that, I am thankful. We serve a gracious and merciful God.
“Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise.” –Jeremiah 17:14