A Grandmother's Hand

As I reached over to grab the plate one Sunday evening at church during the taking of the body and blood of Christ, I looked at the elderly hand that was lifting it in my direction. Although I never looked up to see her face, the hand was that of a wiser woman, most likely one with many grandchildren, possibly even great-grandchildren. Oh how I wished it was my grandmother sitting next to me. Suddenly I caught myself fighting puddles in each eye as I remembered so many Sundays where I actually was sitting next to my grandmother in church. She was usually patting my leg, handing me a piece of gum or giving me a pencil. Sometimes she was following along in her bible as her crooked finger pointed at every word on each tattered page. I would give anything to be sitting beside her again. I would love to ask her advice on whether I am parenting my children correctly; am I giving them half as much unconditional love as she gave me or if I am being the woman that she always dreamed I could be. I would love to hear her laugh, see her dance....even wiggle her toes for that matter. I always knew that my grandmother was special but I never realized how much she impacted my life. Each decision I make today is due to the influence my grandmother made on me. I pray that I instill those same values on my children and my grandchildren. Thank you God for giving me such a powerful, earthly example.
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