A wise friend told me yesterday that now I have become my mother; the family story lives on with me, filtered through my spirit and life experiences. As Jaran attempted to contain Jordan as we made funeral arrangements today, I thought of that.
Jordan charms everyone she meets. Today she was dressed in a charming pink-and-brown dressed pants set, complete with pink ruffles. She was wearing her squeakie shoes that works better than GPS at locating her. She paused at every person she met, waved happily and said "hi." When they waved back, she was ready to follow them into their offices.
Watching her made me think of a story Mom told about me. I wasn't much older than Jordan--maybe 2 years old?--when I decided to go on an outing into town. I grabbed a purse and toddled down the road to the local diner. By the time Mom (or my babysitter, don't know which), found me, I was sitting high atop a swivel seat drinking pop. Happy, unaware I had done anything dangerous.
I can see Jordan doing exactly that. Except she would add one of her mother's necklaces to her ensemble and she'd be dressed in slacks or shorts instead of a dress.
Mom, your legacy lives on. In me, In your grandson. In your granddaughter. In your unborn grandchild whose first ultrasound "picture" I saw today.
The Lord blesses the righteous.
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Beautifully put, Darlene. Praying for you!
Praise God for a living legacy and the life of a new coming grandchild.
Darlene, this brought tears to my eyes as I thought of my own sweet gramma. Such words of wisdom from your dear friend. Your mom will live on eternally in heaven and in your hearts and spirits. Thank you for sharing this.
I'll bet you could work this nicely into a devo too. :)
Hi Darlene, I am so glad that I found you! I look forward to starting my first read of yours! So many good ones to choose! God bless you as you go through this hard time. You will be in my prayers.
Charity
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