When my grandma passed away, the Pastor stood at the front of the Funeral Home and told us what he knew about my grandma, not by what family and friends had told him, but by the contents of my grandmas Bible.
Inside that Bible was a poem my sister wrote almost 30 years ago when my Grandpa died. My grandma kept it tucked between the pages. There was a newspaper clipping of me when I was 5 in my kindergarten class. I’m now 41. There were pictures and notes and many many highlighted and underlined versus, because my grandma loved her Bible time. A year ago she passed away at 96 and it really sunk in how much her faith had been the shield that covered our family.
The Pastor said it was apparent that my grandma loved the Lord and she loved her family. She took us to the…
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