Thursday, September 11, 2008

Remembering my grandmother


Today would have been my grandma Rose Anne Henry's 88th birthday. She passed away this past spring, however, while sitting on the couch waiting for her friend to pick her up for mass.

She was very generous, often giving more than she could afford. She was committed to her church and had served in the Navy. She loved cats, and she dreamed of moving to California so she could spend her days tanning by the pool. She was full of energy and loved to talk our ears off - but we didn't get to see her much since she lived in Gary, Indiana. I regret not spending more time with her ... but that's not the end of the story.

Before I continue, let me take a slight detour to help explain something. Growing up, my parents took me to church. I believed in God and Jesus. But I didn't know for certain if I died whether I would go to heaven. I think there are many people who go to church their whole lives, believe in God, pray and follow traditions and yet still are not certain where they will spend eternity.

So this spring, when my mom called with the sad news that my grandma had passed away, I had three thoughts: I was saddened by her loss. I regretted not spending more time with her. And I wondered where my grandma truly stood with God. My prayer before I drove up for the service was, "God, please show me somehow if my grandma was saved."

I met my family in Indiana, we attended the memorial and met some of my grandmother's friends who had helped her in so many ways. The next day we went to her house to clean. While we were there, a woman and a young lady came to the door asking for my grandma. My mom shared that she had passed away and the woman said she was sorry to hear and mentioned that they were from the nearby First Baptist Church of Hammond and had been visiting with my grandma for the past few weeks. She went on to share that last Saturday, she had prayed to receive Christ.

My grandma accepted Christ as her Lord and Savior the night before she passed away. The next morning she got dressed to go meet with God, and God brought her home.

God answered my prayer in a very real way and I was very encouraged to hear the good news! God confirmed that my grandma would spend eternity with Him, and one day I will get to spend time with her again.

The woman went on to ask each of us at the door (my mom, uncle and myself) if we were 100% sure we would go to heaven when we died. I was thankful that God had drawn me to accept Him as my Lord and Savior when I was in college. And I am so thankful for the woman of God who had the love and courage to share the gospel with my grandma. Thank you, and thank God.

So happy birthday Grandma, may you rest in joy in God's presence.

5 comments:

  1. WhaT a BeautiFuL StorY!!!!!
    mY HearT RejoiCes
    GOD iS GooD....
    BLeSS YoUuuuuu

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  2. Mike that is so nice. I wish I could have met your grandmother. She sounds like a wonderful lady.

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  3. Thanks so much. God is indeed good. I'm sure my grandma would've enjoyed meeting you Erin.

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  4. Mike, what a touching and powerful story. God is good! That kind of mercy and grace makes me want to worship God all the more! Blessings.

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