SILVER & GOLD

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My maternal grandmother was the wife of a farmer; a woman with a true pioneer spirit. She often shared memories of her childhood in Montana, gathering buffalo chips to build a fire. When she grew older and married a farmer, she’d rise before the sun each day to knead and set bread for the crew of hungry men who worked in the fields.

Her hair was prematurely white, but she didn’t change it. She would braid it and twist it into a bun to keep it off her face. That radiant face was marked with wrinkles that made skin look like tanned leather, but through her beautiful blue eyes, the heart of true beauty shone through.  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 at 76 years of age.

I’ve fond memories of her singing with the ‘old time religion’ station, as she prepared the mid-day meal.  The dog added his own musical chords to accompany her. One of her favorite of the old hymns 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.  My memories of you remain alive.  Perhaps I’ve turned you into a super hero, but I think you deserve that status.  We all have our faults.  We all make mistakes as we age.  We learn from the past.  We struggle to make sense of world events, but because of the great love that God has for us, we are redeemed and promised a life eternal in paradise.

 

About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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9 Responses to SILVER & GOLD

  1. The verses from “Silver and Gold” are a blessing to read. I found the hymn and listened to the rest of the lyrics. I am curious where your grandmother homesteaded in Montana.

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      I believe it was somewhere around Helena. She had an aunt who lived there well into her 90s.

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  2. pastorpete51 says:

    What a true treasure those memories of her singing and her life.

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  3. How wonderful that you had such a godly grandmother. My grandmothers were not Christians, sadly. But I had a great-grandmother who definitely was. She was born in the 1800s and died when I was eight. But I remember her singing old gospel hymns with the greatest joy. I remember her love for the Lord and her love for me.

    The seeds she planted in my young life took root long after she was gone. Which gives me hope that the seeds I plant in the lives of my descendants will also root and grow, even if I don’t see the full evidence of it, on this side of heaven.

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      What a blessing that she was a part of your childhood. Undoubtedly was the glue that held you together for those tough growing up years.

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  4. You come from such good stock!

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