Just when you think you have it all figured out…you’ve planned everything perfectly…God humbles you and reminds you that you’re on his time.
This morning my grandfather, Papa Marlow, passed away. While he hasn’t been in the best health, it was only a month ago that I sat beside him chatting, while he told me stories from when he was a kid.
When I found out that he had been moved to hospice last night, I selfishly prayed that he would hang on until Saturday. God had other plans. And in all honesty, I know he was ready to shed his sick body and be with our savior…and my grandmother. Even if I wasn’t ready to lose him.
It’s not for me to decide. And above all, no matter what the prayer, I always want God’s will. And I really shouldn’t focus on the sadness of losing him. Instead, I want to focus on how incredibly lucky I am to have had his influence in my life for 28 years.
Thank you Papa.
Thank you for teaching me the importance of a strong work ethic, and the pleasure that comes with giving it your all.
Thank you for encouraging me to return to college. I’m so glad I was able to tell you a month ago that I had re-enrolled.
Thank you for being a strong Christian. Your faith has inspired my own.
Thank you for your sense of humor.
Thank you for spending time with me when I was kid. Summer days spent on your farm hold some of my fondest memories.
Thank you for teaching me to love dogs.
Thank you for loving me.
And while I’m not sure if I’ll ever actually eat country ham….it will always make me think of you.