SonRisers:: I can use a good edit on this assignment. :)
“Expressing Faith Through Writing”
Instructions to student: Write 2-3 pages addressing the following:
Chapter Two: These adults have left a lasting impression
I have been so blessed, my entire life. Parents, Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles powerful and wonderful with their influences of love, grace, and forgiveness. Being loved by them was knowing unconditional love. All seven of them were rare gems that shine on.
I could have been defective when I was born. I was defective. I am missing a hip socket and Internal spina bifida. I required extra attention I suppose, no one has ever told me that. I never have to question their love for me. do not doubt it. No matter the mischief I got in, or the bad decisions I made, they still loved me. They loved me like Jesus loves us.
Each of them lived a Christian life in front of me. I never heard them argue. I learned to love without condition, to trust without doubt, to live and love and laugh. We laughed a lot. Sweetthing, Aunt Mae and Uncle Millard (Sweetthing’s sister and her husband) loved to laugh.
Mother and Sweetthing taught all the stories about Jesus. I don’t remember a time of not knowning, trusting and loving Him. In my Baby Book Mother wrote about me: “Angela loves to hear stories about Jesus.” I still do.
Grandmother’s nickname was Sweet Thing, Sweetthing. She was. From the age of 6 until the age of 39 my parents house and Sweetthing’s house were across the street. When I was at home I spent the night with her, more than I stayed at home sometimes. She was my best friend. She took up for me and always gae me the benefit of the doubt. She knew my heart and I knew hers. She taught me to drive and let me go 80 miles an hour on the old forrest road.
She always had a cool car. I love cars. She had a Ford Fairlaine and a Pontiac Century. She enjoyed a nice automobile. I took my driving test using her car because I was used to driving it. She let me drive long before I was old enough. It was awesome!!
I would take more pages than I am allowed in this assignment to list all the things she taught me. Fashion, manners, home making, make-up, bookkeeping, financial, and most important of all, she taught me how to pray.
I have always been a little loud, talked too much, couldn’t be still kind of little girl. Aunt Mae would say that I was their little girl. Sweetthing would say, “No, she is my little girl”. If Mother were there she would say, “No, MY little girl.” We would laugh.
Sweetthing taught me in two ways. When a problem arose, no matter the reason, or the situation, she listen to me until I got finished talking. Her first response was always, “We are going to pray about this”. Then we prayed, with all our hearts.
She thanked Jesus for all the blessings, praised His Name, prayed for others, then us, individually and specific. At this point in prayer we stopped and paused, “Just to know that He is God.” Any special request we had, we knew He was listening. Ending in In Jesus Name, Amen followed by my, Amen The structure of Sweething’s prayers is exactly right according to the Word. Learning new Scripture is a daily stop in my life’s journey. Always has been, always will be. Through the years I love it when I find a new Scripture supporting what I was taught. It is blessing among blessings.
This is the second way she instructed me. Praying in front of me. Praying like she talked. Praying because we believed.
At the age of 42 Sweetthing’s husband, my sweet Grandfather, went to heaven. I was only 2 . I don’t remember much about him, just a few things. He was so handsome! She loved him so much and he loved her the same. I loved that, I loved them and they loved me. Makes me smile.
Moving into the other bedroom, allowed me to have a bed all my on. Bedroom furniture used to be really dark, black plain twin beds. A middle table the two shared. Matching milkglass lamps. Sweetthing’s bed was the one on the right, mine the left. I had to jump to get up on the bed, I still would have to jump or get a stool.
So many prayers in that room. Probably soaked into the walls. Years and years of answered prayers and journey issues. Spending the night with herin my teens before I would sppend the night with, “just anybody. I can’t count the times I went to a friend’s for overnight ending up calling Sweetthing or Mother t come and get me. Neither one got mad at me, just the opposite.
Falling asleep and all things quiet except for the “air”. The rhythm of her air conditioner always made me so sleepy. It still does now at 55. “Do you want to pray first or do you want me to?” She’d ask. Most of the time I wanted her to start, she was so good at it. When she was praying her voice was soft, respectful, slow, with love in her voice and words. I learned by listening and being there. I thank God. I want to pray like her. I try every time I pray.
Just hours before the angels took her to heaven, she wishpered in my ear, “Angela, don’t ever forget how much I love you.” I’ll never forget.
In the Sweet
Bye and Bye
CopyWrite 2015 Angela Posey-Arnold