Some of you friends have been very faithful in prayer on behalf of my grandma and I thank you so much for your support in that!
I suddenly had enough of fretting about her situation in my empty house and resolved to set my sails to Minnesota to be sure I got to see her. I decided last Tuesday evening, prepped myself all day Wednesday, and was finally on the road at around 6pm. I should have waited until morning.
Ordinarily I avoid driving in the night at all costs. In this case I was bent on getting there ASAP so I not only drove in the dark but I started my drive in the dark. And then, about halfway through my drive, snow hit. With the pitch black blanket of midnight sky cast by nighttime darkness and thick cloud cover my headlights seemed to barely pierce the endless darkness around me. It was so dark that, for the first time in my life, I was actually grateful for light pollution when I came upon some because I could actually navigate my tires into and safely along the lone pair of treads set before me – there was not a snow plow in sight and the snow was only getting heavier so the freeway was covered with one thick snow blanket. At one point I contemplated just pulling over and sleeping in the car until the snow passed, or until a snow plow came through, or until morning but I’m as much of a stubborn Norwegian as my grandma so I kept at it.
I passed five cars swallowed by ditches, nearly got sideswiped by an over-confident semi truck driver, and added an extra hour or so to my already 7 hour drive but I made it.
The next morning I awoke to coffee time with Mom and then we headed to visit Grandma. I was hopeful in going to see her because only a couple of days before my mom told me how Grandma said something like this, “those who believeth and are baptized will be saved.” Up until this point I thought my grandma was intentionally as far from finding God as possible. I can’t say whether she has asked Jesus to be Lord over her life, though hopefully I will find that out soon, I can say that knowing she quoted scripture gave me hope that if she didn’t already she might be much more up for it than I thought!
My time with Grandma was lovely and gave me peace. Honestly, my Grandma is a hoot to hang with. We talked a lot about Josh, I think she has a little crush on him ;), and I tried to get her to tell me stories from her childhood.
On the last day I was home I went to visit her by myself. I brought the dogs and Josh’s music so she could meet my furry kiddos and hear some rough cuts of Citizen Way’s new album coming out in the next couple months. She was amused by my pups until Sam tried to snuggle one too many times and drew blood on her fragile skin with his persistently knife-like claws. So I put them away and put the music on. She reclined and listened intently to every tune I played for her. I’m pretty sure she couldn’t have possibly understood the lyrics but I was praying all the while that the words would sink into her heart anyway. After she tired of music we chatted. At one point she dozed off and she was so still that I thought she died right in front of me! But, just before I asked Gene, her 24 hour caregiver, for help, Grandma spoke again behind me. Thank the Lord! I was so freaked!
Before I left I asked if I could pray for Grandma. “Oh yeah!” she said. A much more enthusiastic response than I expected so my heart fluttered even more hopefully for her. After the prayer and a gentle, awkward stooping hug and said goodbye. I said “I love you Grandma” and she said “drive safe” (she doesn’t say “I love you”) and that’s all I know for now.
I have written her a postcard and called her since but I have nothing else major to report. She is gradually but surely declining daily in health as the toxins seep into her blood but she’s a tough old lady and is hanging in there. I’m still so hopeful I will get to see her at least one more time when I go up in about a week for a ski trip with my brother.
Continue praying for her salvation until I find out for sure whether or not she professes Jesus Christ as her savior but please also pray for her pain and that she can keep a sound mind until I know for sure she’s in God’s hands 🙂
The flowers are the Valentines flowers we got her 🙂
I’m so happy you were able to come up and visit Grandma Lu while she is still lucid and fun. Hard to know how long that will last. Keep up the prayer, Kaia and friends, especially for a peaceful journey home.
Yeah me too! I just hurt for her now, I can’t imagine how awful she’s feeling 😦 Poor little duck.
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