Psalm 116:15
This past Monday my grandma, Ella Meade, went home to heaven. She lived a long, full life for the Lord. An enormous list of tributes have been rolling in from those she touched along the way. Here are some words that come to mind when I think about my Grandma Meade.
Love.
I know a common characteristic of grandmas is that they’re loving, but I always felt seen and heard, important and special, and unconditionally loved by my grandma. That’s a powerful gift every child needs.
Time.
I never felt rushed around grandma. She was attentive and caring. She had time for me in a busy world. When you went to her house it was never for a quick visit. We would play, watch TV, eat, maybe even sleep over. And when our time together would come to an end she would always ask, “When are you coming back?” I loved my time with Grandma.
Near.
It seems both as a child and as an adult I always lived in close proximity to my grandma. Whether a block away in the city or a mile and a half in the suburbs I have always lived near my grandma. There is something special about being close the ones you love.
Legacy.
Although my grandma never had a large platform of ministry and preferred being behind the scenes she touched countless lives. People from across the decades are telling me of the powerful impact she had on their lives. She didn’t need a pulpit to preach to the masses she chose to focus on one person, one task at a time and built a strong legacy that will long outlive her life here on the earth.
