She could neither read nor write, but that didn’t stop
Grandma Biggs from singing praises to her Lord.
Picture a little girl just about to enter Grandma’s kitchen
for a drink of water.
The sound of beautiful singing slows her footsteps.
Peaking around the corner, a curious scene unfolds.
Grandma is all alone in her kitchen,
arms raised, feet dancing, and face aglow
as she lifts her voice and sings a beautiful melodic song.
I was that little girl. A little bit afraid and way too young
to understand what I was seeing.
Yet, somehow I knew this was a sacred moment
and I was not to interrupt.
My grandmother was standing on Holy Ground.
That precious memory still warms my heart today as
I wonder how my grandmother would react had she been living
during these changing, tumultuous times.
Would she be shut up to fear or shut in to faith?
I’ve no doubt what Grandma would do.
Day by day, moment by moment, she would be shut in to faith;
choosing not to fear, whine, complain or worry.
She would first offer up her sacrifice of thanksgiving
and then pray it through, interceding on behalf of
her family and nation.
Grandma would pray it through….Until the peace of God broke through! And you better believe Grandma would stay in her kitchen, whipping up those biscuits, and preparing delicious meals for family and all those blessed to sit at her table. What a foretaste
Sacrifice a thank offering to God, and fulfill your vows to the Most High. Call upon Me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you will honor Me.”
This is so true of Grandma Biggs. I remember her smiles and cooking. I know she would truly be close to the Lord in this. Thanks for posting this.
I love this Glenda! I want to be that grandma! My little ones are in Chicago but we face time sometimes with Kristi. Thanks so much for making my afternoon. Love and blessings, back at cha!
Ohhh, the Sweet Sweet Memories ❤️❤️
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Oh yes, more precious than gold, sweet friend!
Beautifully written sister . I love going back to grandma’s ! ❤️