Memories

Toward the end of my grandmother’s life, she was in and out of nursing homes and hospitals and I had the opportunity to go and visit with her some. One specific memory that I stands out is when she was staying at a nursing home and I came by to say hey and to eat lunch with her. When I walked into her room she was not there, so I went to the cafeteria and she wasn’t there either. I checked a couple other places and she was nowhere to be found. Finally I gave up and asked the nurses and they explained that this particular day was “Spa Day,” therefore she was probably getting her hair done or a pedicure. They took me to the room where the pedicures were going on and sure enough my small, bright eyed grandmother sat there in the chair, talking up a blue breeze while several ladies worked on the feet of the other residents. I walked in and joined the conversation. While I was standing there minding my own business, talking with my Grandmother, I was hit in the arm by something. I turned to look but nothing was there. This puzzled me so I looked around. There, on the floor was what hit me in the arm. I am still mortified to say it. There on the floor was… a toenail!!!! Yuck! One of the ladies giving a pedicure on the other side of the room was using scissor-like clippers and she clipped a toenail, which then flew across the room and hit me in the arm! Oh my stomach turns just thinking about that! (I hate toenails!)

So anyways, the reason I tell you that story is because after I collected myself and they finished my grandmother’s pedicure, we went to lunch. While sitting at the table we would watch the other residences, some doing better than others. She began to talk to me about Heaven and what she imagined it would be like. Other times while she was in the hospital she told me that she thought a lot about Heaven and God, she would quote Scripture and talk about hymns that were special to her. I will never forget sitting at that lunch table, hearing my grandmother OVERFLOW about her relationship with God! That is a lasting legacy, not just of my grandmother, but of the greatness of God! Praise God for the precious souls of those who march before us and teach us what OVERFLOWING is really all about!

What are you teaching those closest to you?

Smile Always,
jason