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What do you think about material
possessions?
Don’t store up for yourselves treasures on
Earth but store them up in Heaven because
you won’t be taking them with you. But, it’s
ok to use the fine china, because if you
don’t someone else will.
What would you say when you
feel like your prayers are going
unanswered?
Keep praying and don’t stop; sometimes
things just take a while.
What advice would you give to someone
at age 15? Age 30? Age 55?
Cover yourself up some and enjoy it
because you won’t be that young again.
Don’t worry so much about cleaning the
house; just enjoy your kids. You’re about to
retire soon and you’ll like that.
What , s a memory you had growing up?
We grew up very poor and we didn’t know
what air conditioning was so we’d sleep
with the windows open. My mother would
tell us it was so our guardian angels could
look in and see us.
How are Christmases different now
than when you were a kid?
We were poor so we didn’t get much—
sometimes an apple or an orange. One
time I got a coat that I loved but I had to
give it back because my parents ended up
needing the money. I never expected
much and learned young that things aren’t
everything, people are. I grew up with a lot
of love, and I live with a lot of love.
What would you like your legacy
to be?
I hope that people saw Jesus in me. I want
others to know that I was a good wife and
a good mother and I tried to be a good
example to my kids. I want my family to
know that I always loved them and that
they make me proud.
What do you want to say to Jesus
when you meet Him one day?
I want to tell Him thank you for everything
He has done for me. I want to tell
Him that I love Him.
I still remember the days after she
went to Heaven; because I missed her
so much, I would pray to just have a
dream about her. There were a few
times that I did.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think
about Mawmaw. Even now, I have a
note she wrote me on my nightstand
and pictures of her and Pawpaw
scattered throughout my home. Each
day I wish that she could have met
my daughter.
Just like the many lessons she taught
me are engrained into my mind and
my heart, I find myself doing things
daily that also remind me of Mawmaw.
I remember Mawmaw when I cook,
when I refill the hummingbird’s sugar
water, when I read Philippians 4:6, when
I work in my own garden, and, mostly,
when I look in the mirror and see those
brown eyes – the same brown eyes she
gave me – staring back at me.
Mawmaw was a lot of things to a
lot of people. She was the person who
taught me how to garden, snap beans,
ice cakes, and cook extra to make room
for another person to join us at the
table. Mawmaw’s strong arms that,
all too soon, didn’t work like they used
to, but still managed to have a hold on
my heart that remains today. She was
the person who seemed to know a
little bit about everything and had
the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever
known. These lessons are photographs
of her and me – memories and
moments of a past summer that now
seems so far away.
And with each lesson lived out,
there you are, Mawmaw. I sure have
missed you. l
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