There is no way I could do my Granny any justice in just a short blog post, but I've been thinking about her today and wanted to jot down a few thoughts about her. Simply put, my Granny is precious and I grow to appreciate her and love her more and more the older I get and the more I realize how rare women like her are. I'm sure she has her faults and I'm sure there are "thorns" that she sees in herself that she will be glad to leave behind, but her children and grandchildren and even great-grands (as she calls them) just see a woman who loves her Lord and who diligently, joyfully and sweetly wants to serve Him with all of her life.

This past year I've watched her grieve the loss of her husband of 65 years, my Pappy. And while she misses him greatly, she is learning to be content. I love that I can see my Granny growing closer to our Lord the older she gets. I love knowing that my Granny eagerly and diligently studies her Bible daily. I love knowing that she prays for my little family every day. I love that from this side of a very long, full, rich life she can say with earnest conviction that nothing matters more than loving and serving the Lord with joy and gratitude. I love the example of peace that she is to me and to the rest of my family.

I have my Granny's fair skin, her feet and her fingernails. And I hope that when I reach her age I have her precious heart.