Glenda Mills

Hope That Doesn't Disappoint

# 4 – Pass The Story Down

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Tell your children about it in the years to come, and let your children tell their children.
Pass the story down from generation to generation (Joel 1:3 NLT.)

How fitting God would give this poem to my younger sister the day Grandma left us and went to heaven. Catherine Naomi…the granddaughter named after her…has the same joy and gift of hospitality Grandma Biggs had.

Grandma Biggs

I saw you just the other day,
Busily working in your big old house…
preparing food, loving life,

Showing genuine concern for
Those around you.

I saw you just the other day, on your birthday –
Such a special one.
Oh how we loved hearing your
Precious gift of laughter!
Such a sweet lady.

We were honored to be near you.

I saw you just the other day,
Greeting me at the door,
Hugging me so warmly.
Only grandmothers can hug like that.
I noticed  your walk was a bit slower
And you were growing older….
Ye
t that lovely sparkle still shone in your eyes.

I saw you just the other day, On Christmas –
Your face alight with joy at having
your children all around you.
Those times always made you the happiest,
Yet you were always full of the joy of the Lord.

I saw you just the other day, so weak, so tired,
So weary of suffering.
I will never forget y
our arm slowly reaching
Around my shoulder.
That little hug spoke more than words ever could.
You are the closest I have ever come to an angel.

How sweetly these days have flown into years.
How quickly these years have passed by me.
Though now your home will be with our wonderful Savior,
On this earth you will always live in the seeds
You have p
lanted in my heart.

© circa 1981 Cathy Chandler  

Thank you Cathy, for writing down these words to help keep Grandma’s memory alive.

Thanksgiving is just a couple of weeks away when we will gather around our tables with friends and family and share the bounty and goodness of God in our lives. Why not remember those who modeled the life of faith before us?

Who will you remember this Thanksgiving?

14 thoughts on “# 4 – Pass The Story Down

  1. Sweetie, I remember her so well. This blog brought tears to my eyes.

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  2. This makes me reflect on my Grandmother.

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    • Emma,
      I am so glad my sister’s poem brought back the memories of your grandmother. I bet she was one special lady…as you are. Thanks so much for stopping by and sharing today.
      God bless you.
      Love,
      Glenda

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  3. My Daddy. I really miss him this time of year. Traditionally, we break out the card table at Thanksgiving and set up the first of the holiday jigsaw puzzles…and Dad and I spent many a quiet hour, heads bent over the million and one pieces, just sharing the simple joy of brushing fingers as we reached for the same odd piece, in subtle competition for the largest section completed, talking about meaningless-but oh, so meaningful-things. The card table didn’t come down until after the new year. Now, when I set it up, it is me and my youngest daughter who sit for long hours over the pieces… missing Dad, missing Grandpa, remembering him.

    Love you, my friend,
    Becky

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    • Becky,
      Oh what beautiful memories of your dad and your children’s grandpa to warm your hearts during Thanksgiving and Christmas. Thank you so much so sharing this sweet remembrance. It makes me want to get out a puzzle and start working on it with my grandchildren. How blessed we are. How good our God is.
      Love and hugs,
      Glenda

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  4. Hey Grandma! Beautiful poem by Aunt Kathy! It reminds me of my own two grandmothers, one of which is the wonderful writer of this blog!!!! LOVE YOU GRANDMA!!! ❤ ❤

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  5. I meant to spell Cathy with a “c” but the spell check on my computer changed it 😉

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  6. Beautiful, Glenda! Thank you for sharing. Grandmother’s are so special. This reminds me of my own Grandmother whom I’m watching slowly grow older. I try to appreciate whatever time we have left.

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    • Lee, so glad you still have your grandma with you. It’s hard watching them grow older, but they seem to grow even sweeter as time goes by. The memories I have of my grandma are precious treasures of the heart. How quickly times passes. So glad for the hope of heaven where there will be no more seperation from loved ones.
      Thanks friend, for stopping by and sharing.
      Hugs,
      Glenda

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  7. Love it, Glenda! I’ve mentioned how much she reminds me of my Grandmother Rinehart. And that’s who I remember every Thanksgiving. We spend that weekend with the Rinehart “tribe.” They started with 8 children (dad & his sibs) and we just topped 100! Talk about a fabulous legacy!

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