I’ll be posting some older writings this week, because I am starting my weeklong Musical Theater Camp today. I know I’ll need every bit of energy I can muster. Thanks for your understanding. In the meantime please pray for an end to all the violence in our world. Only God can bring peace.
Post from 7/18/13
My mother’s mom was the wife of a farmer; a woman with a true pioneer spirit. She would speak of her childhood in Montana, gathering buffalo chips to build a fire. She got up before the sun each day to knead and set bread for the crew of men that would be hungry from a day of toil in the fields.
Her hair was prematurely white at the age of 30, but she didn’t change it. She would bind it into a braid and twist it into a bun to keep it off her face. One special thing about… grandma was her spirit in adversity. She buried 5 of her 8 children and her husband before she finally succumbed to death herself 40 years ago.
I have fond memories of her singing with the ‘old time religion’ station as the dog added his chords of howling along with her. One of her favorites was “Silver and Gold.” I love those lyrics because they remind me of her, but also because the words carry much meaning in their simple message.
“Don’t give me a mansion on top of the hill. Don’t give me the world with a shallow thrill, but just give me a Savior. My life He can hold. I’d rather have Jesus than silver and gold.”
Thanks, Grandma for planting that truth in my heart. Thank you, dear God, for giving me a Christian heritage so that I have someone to lean on in times of trouble.