When I think of my grandmother, a passage from 2 Timothy 1:5 comes to mind. 


 "When I call to remembrance the unfeigned faith that is in thee, which dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois, and thy mother Eunice; and I am persuaded that in thee also."


At the hospital, before she passed away, there were a few moments where it was just me and my grandfather in the room with my grandma.  I wanted to tell her goodbye and express my heart to her one last time.  I stood up and leaned in close, arms resting on the bedrail.  I could only whisper to her through my tears and I hope she heard me.  I thanked her for the godly legacy she left.  I told her I was so glad I got to go grow up in church with her there too.  I thanked her for the care and concern she showed towards me and Jason, and our children.  She knew she was blessed and recognized how good God had been to her.  She also knew that how to show love to God is by showing His love towards others.  One way my grandmother did this was by helping out with some of our physical needs such as groceries, or the one time when she gave us a whole new set of towels.  And I know she did this for others too.  I told her how much I loved her and how much I would miss her.  And I told her I wasn't going to tell her goodbye, but that I would see her later, when I get to heaven.


During the planning of her funeral, my uncle told one particular story several times about Grandma.  Whenever he would talk with my grandmother about the classes he was teaching at church, she would always remind him to include the plan of salvation in every class.  He told this story several times during the days preeceding the funeral, as if he was bragging on her.  I think it brought him comfort knowing that God's plan for redemption, His amazing love for us, was so important to her. 


After her funeral we returned home, and the following night was Wednesday night church.  I am the children's teacher and I was somewhat at a loss of what to teach, I hadn't given it much thought and didn't really feel like teaching.  As I sat at the  kitchen table trying to prepare, my eyes came to rest on the folder they passed out at her funeral, and my uncles words came to mind.  I knew the only lesson I could possibly teach that night was on God's amazing love and salvation.  So I took the funeral folder to church with me that night and I showed the class her pictures, and I told them how great she was and how much I loved her, about how she passed away and how sad it made me.  And then I told them how I would get to see her again.  And I told them about God's love for us, and how Jesus died for us. 


My uncles words about grandma are still crystal clear in my mind and I have thought on them several times the past few weeks.  I am so glad he told that story, it's just another piece I have of her that I can treasure.  Just like those words in Timothy speak of the godly legacy his grandmother left, I have that same legacy for which I am so grateful.