When I am busy, or stressed, or frustrated, or angry, or confused, I may be certain of one thing: my grandmother Meema is praying for me. Hers is a quiet ministry, and a humble one, but it is a powerful force in all our lives. In dark or confusing times, when my heart couldn't form its own prayers, I have taken such solace in feeling hers.
She turns 79 today, but her usefulness to this family remains as strong as ever. She once told me she prayed for us all so much to "get ahead" for all the years in the future when she wouldn't be with us anymore. What a remarkable thought.
Meema's faithful prayers may bless me, but they challenge me as well. May I follow her example and "pray without ceasing" for those that I love. And if my own grandchildren someday are as thankful for me as I am for her, then I will truly be rich.
She's reading this right now (how fantastic to have a grandmother who reads a blog!), so happy birthday, sweet Meema. I love you.
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