Jewells of Thought

Thankfully, the Lord allowed me to return to Grandma’s Church a second time yesterday. I woke up feeling really pretty good for a change after sleeping in just a little bit. I hadn’t told Grandma of my plans and weren’t exactly sure how I would be feeling after everything this week. However, my medicines were working and it was a beautiful morning for church.

The drive was a little surreal for me to be taking by myself in my Mountaineer, especially after someone once again pelted the drivers side with freshly cut grass. Something everyone knows I don’t enjoy. This time though instead of my brother doing it it was Dad. So I had to see what bits of the grass would come off of the car before heading down to church. You would think that my car is already a dandy shade of green that would disguise the grass, but oh no it sure doesn’t. Fortunately Grandma didn’t even notice, but I’m sure some others did.

When I arrived I noticed her drivers were already there and I made the comment is Grandma already in there? I was quickly answered back by at least a couple of people who knew exactly who I was talking about, of course. Even those sitting around Grandma saw me come in and had smiles waiting for Grandma to notice me coming around. It was nice to be able to surprise her a second time and get that smile from her pure joy it did me good too.

This idea has been in my mind for at least a couple of months, but the timing was kind of interesting. I thought I was where I needed to be or had been. Yet two things have been happening a lack of musical worship as a team and that voice working on my heart to possibly minister to my Grandma in a way only a Granddaughter can who has time, energy and a willing heart to share back with the Grandma who did the same for so many years.

The faces in the congregation are just as much a part of my family as any other church. I have grown up visiting this church and worshiping with this congregation through the years through joyous moments and tears. So many people told me how much this little gesture sure brought a smile to her face and it warmed the entire congregation up by the looks on their faces in return. A magical feeling indeed.

The service was like coming home in some ways for me. It felt good and nice to not have contemporary music all morning long that was also part of the problem for me. We can’t replace our Sunday Church music with these hyped up modern songs all the time. There is a Sweet Spirit in the music of the hymns that cannot be replaced for the mere modern melody. I’m in the middle where I do like both, but when it comes to Sunday mornings and being led by the Holy Spirit the Hymns of yesteryear were good at the turn of the 20th Century during the last Great Awakening. I felt that spirit in the pew I sat in yesterday. I feel that God is doing something right now and I simply just need to be open to His will. So if I can just get over my allergies I can actually sing for my Grandma once again. This is actually really me the historian in me and the Christian woman in me meets at this church in so many ways it’s not funny.

It’s a God thing!