In life, we have been given individual trials, some are hard, and at times seem to hard to handle.. But they can be overcome.. Often times, when god gives us a trial, he gives us tools to help us through them. For me, this tool, has been a constant in every trial I have faced, it comes in the form of a person. My Grandma Junece. Never has there ever been a more selfless, generous, loving woman.. Anyone who knows my Grandma knows that she is the most friendly, and compassionate woman, they have ever met. She is always there for anyone who needs her, with open arms, and a heart that is filled with only love, and concern. This woman, feels no Judgement for anyone. She is the most Christ-like individual, I have ever known. My Grandma means everything to me. She is my best friend, My Hero, and my ever constant Rock. She is the one person in my life who has always been there for me. She is the one person I know without a doubt, that no matter what wrongs I commit, she will still love me no matter what, she shares this quality with heavenly father and his son, Jesus Christ.
As I ponder everything my grandma has ever done for me, my heart burns with love, and my eyes fill with tears. She has been the biggest influence in my life, and especially in my testimony.
I hope someday, I can be half the person she is.
She truly is my guardian angel.
One experience where my grandmother proved to be a huge blessing in my life, was the day of my father's funeral. I hadn't cried once, the entire funeral, Instead I bottled my emotions up, everyone disregarded this thinking, I had simply come to peace with my father's passing.. but not my Grandma. She saw straight through me. After the Burial Service, she asked If I would like to come for a ride with her. I gladly hopped into her car. We drove for a while, until everyone left.. She then pulled back over to where my fathers grave was. We sat in the car as the casket was buried in the ground. She looked at me grabbed my hand and told me to let it out... and I did. Tears streamed from my face like a waterfall, and my sweet grandmother hugged me while I cried, and told me that it was okay to be sad, and that everything would be okay, because of heavenly father's plan. This small act of kindness will forever be planted in my heart.
Another more recent experience was when my mother and I had been experiencing some conflict between us. Everyone seemed to be taking my mom's side of the story into account, and disregarding my feelings. But not my Grandma. She took me aside, and had me tell her everything, she then talked to my mother for me, and told her that I would be staying at her house for a night as to calm the tension. I can remember countless nights when there would be fighting and I'd call my Grandma, and she'd be there in a heartbeat to take me for a drive, and talk about my feelings, while helping me see my mother's side. She helped me through this trial, in a way that nobody else could have. I am eternally grateful to her for this.
The last experience I will mention happened today and was the inspiration for me writing this.
My grandma has been having me type out her personal history. This history consists of spiritual experiences that have helped build her testimony. The last 4 months have been very difficult for me spiritually, and my testimony had begun to disappear. This has been difficult as many trials have occurred this month. Last night my mom told me that my grandma was in the hospital with kidney issues. This scared me, but even worse was the fact that when my brother went to see her, she was confused and couldn't remember who he was. This filled my heart with pain.. knowing that my grandma might not remember me was overwhelming to me... as she is the most important person to me. I began to cry and decided to pray. I prayed for comfort, and help with my testimony. I was then inspired to read and work on typing her history. Reading these spiritual experiences in my grandmother's very own handwriting helped me to realize just how strong her testimony is.. this brought me to tears.. My grandmother has taught me so much without even trying.. She will never fully understand how drastic of a blessing this small miracle is in my life.
My Grandma Junece is everything to me. She is my Rock. She is my Hero. And most importantly She is my example of how to be more Christ-like. I love you, Grandma.
