Grieving. That was a huge part of my family’s life this past week. It was hard. It was bitter but sweet. Why bittersweet? For the past 7.5 weeks, my grandma from my mom’s side lived with my family. She was in Nevada for most of my life, and then God, through so many miraculous opening of doors, brought her here. There was so much joy, uncertainty, and revealing of how SUPER selfish I am when she got here.
The first few weeks she was here with us, I was amazed to think about how I thought I knew how to ‘love’ people, and then God showed me that I didn’t understand just how much God loved me, just how much Jesus gave when He gave His life for me, to take my sins on Him.
I complained. I said it was too hard for me. I struggled those first few weeks, and the Lord gave me SO much freedom.
Grieving. I didn’t realize the grieving would come so soon; I thought my grandma would be here for years, that we would care for her here for years, but I was wrong, and God’s plan is so much better than my expectations.
On Sunday, my grandma passed from this earth.