Mindy here. Today we're going to move past mothers to grandmothers. Isn't it interesting that the older we get, the better we become. We can go from being just a mother to a grandmother. And if we're lucky, we later become a great grandmother. We go from good to grand to great!
My grandmothers have both passed away, but I still think of them often.
When I think of my Grandma Brock, I think of laughter and family. Grandma Brock was the eternal optimist.
My Grandma Steavens was a little more demure. I can still hear her soft chuckle. When I think of Grandma Steavens, I remember summers at the lake and picking blueberries for jam and pie.
Now that I'm a grandmother, I often wonder what my grandchildren will think of when they remember me. I hope they, too, remember laughter and good cooking. I hope they remember that I love Jesus, that my life, in some way, reflected Him.
What comes to mind when you think of your grandmother(s)?
Happy Tuesday, y'all.