My grandma recently passed away. My brother and I drove to Oklahoma for the funeral and were able to spend a little time at Grandma's place. We knew this would probably be the last time we saw the place. Standing there looking at what was once a lively house with with the aroma of fresh baked pies coming from the kitchen window a yard full of the most magnificent flowers and a huge garden that filled up the back half of the property I couldn't help but see the parallel in that old house and my grandmother. The only difference is that this old house will likely be dozed down and no resemblance of life will be left but my grandmothers old and worn out body just got traded in for a spectacular one of perfection. She is tending to a magnificent garden and beauty that we cannot even fathom. There with her Jesus who she lived her whole life to be with.
I am thankful for the memories of this old house and the pies baked from pecans off these trees, but the beauty of her life was her faith and example of living a life where her Jesus was always her top priority. May I strive to live my life with such faith, conviction and longing for my Savior.
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