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Do you have a 'grandma' story? 
I think a grandparent can be a great window into understanding our singleness, God can use them greatly....
Grandma and me had fun in 1990, I'd just graduated from college, and, thanks to mom's suggestion, and, gram's, was a few hours from college the opposite direction of our place, I went.....
I didn't think it would be all that fun at grandma's in Montana, but went I did and just driving there was nice and cool, just thinking about no more school and flying at 80mph in my Datsun pick up
At grandmas, I played word games like Scrabble, Probe, and,.our favorite, Boggle. I won some times and gram won some times. Gram taught me things too, like cooking. She showec me her special soup my sister and I ate growing up. 'Rutebaga,!-', the secret was rutebaga ! H-h, not really, or, really,beither way , when I would leave gram's a week later, I told mom to put rutebaga in her vegetable soup, which all thru the year's of mom duplicating gram's soup trying couldn't dupe it, not even close. I loved grandma's soup, and, here I WA now by myself there and no sister or parents to contend with so I got to eat it all. And, I kid you nada, I ate like 5-6 bowls a day, lunch and dinner.and NEVER got tired of it : Gram showed me how she made spaghetti too. She made a homemade sauce and she had a secret ingredient for it too. She folded in cheese after it started to boil. Cheese !
So,ok, that was then, ,and, what a joy being with grandma that week turned out to be !
Now, fast forward to 1994 and grandma has been slowly getting worse with her emphysema and can't take care of herself so mom takes her in. this is the coolest, I go over to mom's often during day when mom, a RN, is working, and play Scrabble, Probe, and, you guessed it, Boggle. Gram was pretty even with me,at first, ad we played a lot in 1995, and, in fact, gram startec winning all the time the last six months '95 and I quit playing with her because of working more now but also I quit playing as much cuz it wasn't fun getting whooped by grandma!
In 1996, early months, gram was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig's disease, and, she could still in this state whoop me that time. But within middle of '96 gram was getting worse and,worse and I was not around much July to November. I just, I guess, at 26, years old now, didn't take seeing gram in this debillitated state well. In november , like the 30th, mom said that I needed to go over because grandma was about to die....
I went and walked into gram's room, she started to move away from me in her bed, cringing. I went over to hug her frail body and told her I loved her and I can't remember exactly what I said but it was like , 'God is with you, grandma,' (grandma grew up catholic but quit practicing after my grandpa died back in 1971). I looked at grandma then, stilll not letting go of her, and, tears began to flow from her eyes. I am not sure what I said then but I left mom's house shortly after that, I think I was working Dominos that night and stopped on my evening 'lunch half-hour break. '
Grandma died that night.
God is with us, miladies and notmydudes And, I know God worked through that situation a miracle in grandma. I think grandma began to cry because I hadn't seen her much in month, or,two, leading up to her death. I was just doing best I could in life, but this whole Lou Gehrig's was tough on me. But, I am thankful to God for the good times I had of after college with gram that special week and then at mom's. Grandma and me
I think a grandparent can be a great window into understanding our singleness, God can use them greatly....
Grandma and me had fun in 1990, I'd just graduated from college, and, thanks to mom's suggestion, and, gram's, was a few hours from college the opposite direction of our place, I went.....
I didn't think it would be all that fun at grandma's in Montana, but went I did and just driving there was nice and cool, just thinking about no more school and flying at 80mph in my Datsun pick up
At grandmas, I played word games like Scrabble, Probe, and,.our favorite, Boggle.
I won some times and gram won some times. Gram taught me things too, like cooking. She showec me her special soup my sister and I ate growing up. 'Rutebaga,!-', the secret was rutebaga ! H-h, not really, or, really,beither way , when I would leave gram's a week later, I told mom to put rutebaga in her vegetable soup, which all thru the year's of mom duplicating gram's soup trying couldn't dupe it, not even close. I loved grandma's soup, and, here I WA now by myself there and no sister or parents to contend with so I got to eat it all. And, I kid you nada, I ate like 5-6 bowls a day, lunch and dinner.and NEVER got tired of it : Gram showed me how she made spaghetti too. She made a homemade sauce and she had a secret ingredient for it too. She folded in cheese after it started to boil. Cheese ! So,ok, that was then, ,and, what a joy being with grandma that week turned out to be !
Now, fast forward to 1994 and grandma has been slowly getting worse with her emphysema and can't take care of herself so mom takes her in. this is the coolest, I go over to mom's often during day when mom, a RN, is working, and play Scrabble, Probe, and, you guessed it, Boggle. Gram was pretty even with me,at first, ad we played a lot in 1995, and, in fact, gram startec winning all the time the last six months '95 and I quit playing with her because of working more now but also I quit playing as much cuz it wasn't fun getting whooped by grandma!
In 1996, early months, gram was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig's disease, and, she could still in this state whoop me that time. But within middle of '96 gram was getting worse and,worse and I was not around much July to November. I just, I guess, at 26, years old now, didn't take seeing gram in this debillitated state well. In november , like the 30th, mom said that I needed to go over because grandma was about to die....
I went and walked into gram's room, she started to move away from me in her bed, cringing. I went over to hug her frail body and told her I loved her and I can't remember exactly what I said but it was like , 'God is with you, grandma,' (grandma grew up catholic but quit practicing after my grandpa died back in 1971). I looked at grandma then, stilll not letting go of her, and, tears began to flow from her eyes. I am not sure what I said then but I left mom's house shortly after that, I think I was working Dominos that night and stopped on my evening 'lunch half-hour break. '
Grandma died that night.
God is with us, miladies and notmydudes
And, I know God worked through that situation a miracle in grandma. I think grandma began to cry because I hadn't seen her much in month, or,two, leading up to her death. I was just doing best I could in life, but this whole Lou Gehrig's was tough on me. But, I am thankful to God for the good times I had of after college with gram that special week and then at mom's. Grandma and me 
