I miss my Grandma an incredible amount. I think of her almost every day whether it's cuddling under my blanket from her, wearing something that was hers, working on my crocheting project, making one of her recipes, waking from a dream with her in it, or the countless memories which fill my mind. How grateful I am to have had a wonderful woman like herself invested in my life.
How thankful I am for the truth of Easter. Death stings always. I know it is where we are all headed, but I don't think you ever get used to missing someone you love. Sometimes the pain seems to be dull, but at other times I find it to be shockingly sharp. I am so thankful Christ conquered death on the cross and it is not death that has the final victory but him!
I have found myself thinking over the lyrics of "Because He Lives" today. Life seems impossible to live without Jesus...I cannot imagine dealing with death apart from the hope I have in him. Because He lives I can have a thankful and joy-filled heart alongside my sadness.
So today I remember with thanksgiving a life well lived by a woman who loved and served beautifully.
