The goodbyes began this week. It seems as though we’re walking in between waving farewell to friends here and waving hello to friends ahead. It’s usually a good thing if that in between period doesn’t last too long. More than anything, more than sadness, I feel deeply thankful for the connections we’ve made here knowing I don’t have to break any of them. I get to keep the friends I’ve made and take them along with me in my heart as I meet new ones.
One of my goodbyes will be to my 96, almost 97, year old grandmother Retha. She lives in a nursing home in Anderson and I went by to visit her today. Luckily she was up in her wheelchair instead of lying in bed, so I took her down the hall to a nice, open room with big windows letting in the sunshine. We sat facing each other and catching up. Grandma does remarkably well considering her age. She was really happy when I told her John has a pastorate now and we have a good place to go live and serve. She was also happy it’s not terribly far away.
A good friend of mine, who has been friends with my grandmother for much longer, is a lady named Ann Smith. Ann radiates joy and life out of her relationship with Jesus, even now in her eighties. The last time I saw her she gave me a Bible verse to read to my grandma. I shared it with grandma today. It’s Isaiah 46:3-4: Continue reading
