I am related to some of the most beautiful people in the world. I just can’t decide if they seem more beautiful when I’m missing them so far away, or if they are more beautiful when I get to see their faces again after a long absence.
My beautiful paternal grandmother is in the hospital with pneumonia right now. And the miles never seem so great as when someone you love is hurting and you can’t be right there.
So today, I’m struggling to see the beauty through my tears…
The beautiful friends who write out their prayers for me and give me beautiful written reminders of God’s love for me.
That there are always dishes to do and a house to be picked up. (Oh my grandma is one of the most amazing housekeepers…both my grandmas are!)
The laundry waving on the line and the way the wind dries my tears.
Beautiful memories of Top Ramen and hot dogs, swimming and turtles, wrinkles and hugs.
And my grandma’s beautiful, beautiful feet that have always brought the Good News wherever she goes…
I love you, Grandma. Praying for you and Grandpa and all the family today!
[Edited to Add: Grandma is home from the hospital. Thank you for your continued prayers as she recovers!]