Walking with Grandma

I had the great pleasure of spending time with Grandma over Christmas. Walking around with Grandma is, well, it's slow. She's 90 years old.

If you know Grandma, you know there are a million reasons to love her. Most recently I love her honesty. She has her mental faculties completely, and doesn't miss a beat. So when she comes out with something it's usually on point, blunt, often funny, and sometimes poignant.

Last week at lunch she said "Yesterday, my legs, they didn't work. I don't know why. Then today, they work. It's a miracle. Today I can walk."
"Well, Grandma, miracles happen..." I began

"But no matter what, you can't make me young again."

"You're right Grandma. Right now, it's your turn to be old. Someday it will be my turn, but right now it's your turn. And that's okay." She smiled a little sheepishly and shrugged.

I'm so comforted that God's plan of salvation is complete, ready for me (and you! and everyone!) to have saving knowledge of Jesus. We'll all leave this world eventually, I'm grateful God is good to give us a preview and a choice about the future. And joy from relationships with Grandma in the meanwhile.