My Hero

I sure that many of you know, have met or at least heard me talk about my precious Grandmother. That just what she is: precious.

pre·cious 

1. of high price or great value; very valuable or costly: precious metals.

2. highly esteemed for some spiritual, nonmaterial, or moral quality: precious memories.

3. dear; beloved: a precious child.

4. affectedly or excessively delicate, refined, or nice

All of those definitions are just what Grandmother is. But not only is she precious but she is a saint in God's Kingdom. She is always encouraging other believer's by sending them cards, letters, or a phone call. A couple weeks ago this 91 year old beauty took a fall while coming in her back door after pitching out her scraps to the neighbors dog after supper. Thankfully someone was there soon after it happened. She journeyed to the E.R. and didn't get back home until 2 AM. She bruised her face and both legs. Her face and legs look much better now but its her arm that I envy your prayers for. There is a bone in her right arm just below her shoulder that is broken. Being 91 her docter doesn't want to have to do surgery, (which is a good thing) but he said he will take up to 3-6 months to heal. Along with her arm in a sling her legs ache every night.

But do you know what she is still doing? Sending sick people cards, calling people she knows can't get out. Everything she did before she is still doing; with a broken, bruised arm and acheing legs she is still:

reaching out to people,

loving them,

not giving up,

smiling, laughing,

and

being. my. hero.

She is brave and beautiful. Short and full of smiles. Loving and ready for a laugh. Honest and full of hope. content. peaceful. easy-going. a person that embodies Winston Churchill's ever famous qoute

"Never, never, never give up."

She is my Grandmother.

She loves me.

She is my hero.