When I was a little girl, I lived in the same city as Grandma Hazel and Grandpa Ralph. They often visited our house, but just as often, we ended up at their house. I have many fond memories of sitting at Grandma's kitchen table, sipping tea and nibbling toast while we played Password. (I just loved that plastic red window through which I could see my word.)
But one of the reasons I loved going to Grandma's house most was that I knew she would have a bag of marshmallows which she kept tucked away just for us girls. So thought little 7 year-old Wanda. They were there just for us girls! So of course, I asked for a marshmallow every time I visited.
As moms tend to do, my mom saw the need to curb my uncouth behaviour, more specifically, my unabashed begging for marshmallows. One particular day, as we drove to Grandma's house, Mom told us girls, "Now when we get to Grandma's house, I do NOT want you to ask for a marshmallow. If she offers you one, you may say 'Yes, please' but you may NOT ask for one." We understood and were dutifully ready to obey.
My mind started churning and it didn't take long for me to formulate a sneaky plan.
I walked into Grandma's house that day, gave her a big hug, accepted her kiss, and confessed to her that I wasn't allowed to ask for a marshmallow, but that if she offered me one, I was allowed to say "Yes."
Needless to say, I got my marshmallow that day.
|Here I am, sitting on Grandma's lap, looking like I've eaten a few marshmallows at this point.|
|Grandma looks on as I blow out my candles.|
She's probably wondering if she should continue to support my marshmallow habit.
It's been a while since I got a marshmallow from Grandma Hazel, but she still greeted me with a twinkle in her eyes over the last few years. She may have forgotten a few things, but she always had that same smile, hug, and kiss for me when I walked in to visit her.
Last year at her 100th birthday party, she looked on with that twinkle again as her grand-daughters helped her blow out 100 candles.
100 years of memories.
100 years of lives being touched with the same sweet, gentle, and oh-so-generous spirit that we celebrated that day.
100 years of serving others, thinking not of herself, but of how she could be Jesus to someone, to everyone, really.
She was radiant, basking in the joy of seeing people whose lives she had touched, people from near and far, coming around to celebrate her.
This week, we celebrate her once more. I'm so looking forward to the stories that we'll tell. I've never looked forward to a visitation and funeral like I am this week.
My Grandma was One of a Kind. She was the person who best exemplified what it meant to be Christ-like. I never heard a word of anger or judgment or hatred or envy from her. Just love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. She was a woman with God's Spirit in her, and now her spirit has returned to God. I look forward to the day we can worship at Jesus' feet together, but until then, I'll do my best to carry on her legacy, in my own meager way.
And just so you know, if you see me with a bag of marshmallows, you're not allowed to ask for one, but if I offer, you're allowed to say "Yes."