My grandma, “Bama” read her Bible in bed every single night, her lamp dimly shining as she silently read. I loved my Bama, most everything she did. She was one tough woman, fussed a lot, kept us straight. Quiet though in bed with Bible.
That was a lesson, a precious picture for me.
It made a difference.
From putting bacon inside the pancakes to always having the little cookies that looked like daisies in the cookie jar. But, I remember most her nighttime reading and understand it even more now. Bama knew Jesus.
I know Jesus, but not because of Bama.
I know Jesus because of a journey that started with true surrender and acceptance, way too late and after many rough patches.
I know Jesus because I pray and he hears.
I know who Jesus is, Son of God, my Savior.
I know Jesus and want to know Him more, to fill my mind and soul with His words, to tell real stories of answered prayers.
Of being lost, thinking I had been found but still lost and then finally really knowing the difference.
The difference is Jesus
That’s knowing who Jesus is.
I love this…especially since I wrote about my great grandma Becky yesterday – Day 21 – and a part of my rough patch…I know Jesus because He plucked me from the lion’s mouth at the bottom of the pit! I love when God does similar things in a group and connects our hearts and our stories!
BLESS you with GREAT JOY on your amazing adventure journey with JESUS
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Thanks, Lisa…love, Lisa 🙂
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