I lost my biological mother at the age of 3. This summer I turn 34, it’s been years since mama passed on; went to be with the Lord. For those long years, I have watched my grandma grieve mama; her baby girl.

Today, I lost one of the many women that raised and nurtured me. A woman that pointed me to Christ when I was over come with bitterness of a heavy world; my maternal grandmother. Grandma was the last of those women. As of today those women are all no more in this life but I have hope in Christ.

For years I would run to my grandma pouring out my heavy heart. With high expectations of her feeding my anger/bitterness, grandma would gently pull up her Bible, take my hand and read to me “truth” that I didn’t feel was fair in that season of my life. Grandma would pray with me and once again remind me to take my burden to the Lord in prayer!

“Forgive! my child, forgive” were constant words from my grandma. She encouraged me to forgive even when I was amidst hurt. Even when she clearly saw how deep I was drowning in pain. “Forgive my child, forgive and rest in the Lord” were her words.

I am thankful that I come from a line of women that love the lord.

I am thankful that I come from a line of strong women.

I am thankful that I come from a line of women that know to keep their head high.

I am thankful that I come from a line of women that possess beauty of the heart.

I am thankful that in all these women, God blessed me with snippets of a mother’s love that is deeply curved and knit in who I am.

I am thankful that grandma; my grandma was mine and I was her granddaughter.

I am thankful for the season of life we shared.

I am thankful for the memories of her I get to have for the rest of my life.

I am thankful that now grandma, my grandma rests in the Lord; without pain; the pain of a broken world.

Rest in peace grandma ❤️