Foreshadowing

A little over ten years ago, Papa and Granny Grant (my husband’s grandparents) gave us an Easter Lily to mark the birth of our first child. The occasion was even more special because our daughter was born on Granny Grant’s 70th birthday.

The lily has bloomed every year, even surviving the move to our new house in 2009. But this year, it didn’t appear. No lily peaking out of the ground in early spring.

My husband thinks it was foreshadowing.

You see, we lost Granny Grant today. She slipped away to heaven’s door this morning and is spending her first night with Jesus tonight. I can only imagine that first tender moment after she crossed the veil. I picture God leaning down to whisper, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”

Our hearts ache this side of heaven. Granny was a precious soul, gentle and kind. She had a way of putting people at ease. She remembered every birthday, celebrated every victory, and loved her people dearly. We will miss her.

Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Psalm 23:6

Our Easter Lily bloomed faithfully for nine years.

Our Easter Lily bloomed faithfully for nine years.

My husband and our daughters with Papa and Granny Grant.

My husband and our daughters with Papa and Granny Grant.

Birthday buddies! These two celebrated their April 7th birthdays together for ten years.

Birthday buddies! These two celebrated their April 7th birthdays together last month. Precious memories!

 

 

 

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