Thursday, 01 March 2012
By Amy at Make Me a Mary
Every time I see her I wonder if it’ll be the last time this side of Heaven. She’s getting weaker, and with every visit I notice she’s lost more of her grip on reality.
But she’s just as funny as ever. I’m not “Amy” to her. I’m “Amy-Lynn“. But you have to say the “Lynn” part really fast or else it won’t be right. (And Lynn’s not even my middle name.)
What I love most, though, is how she mentions the Lord in every other sentence. She’s always done that.
“If I can’t trust you to sit on the back porch swing with a boy then I’ll just have to let the Lord handle you.”
“If God Himself stood right there in front of me, I still wouldn’t be able to say which one of you’s my favorite.”
“I guess I’ll just be here till the Lord calls me home, but it ain’t time yet.”
“Lord help that pitiful thang.”
“Thank You, Lord, for that glass of water.”
She never finished school, but she couldn’t be wiser. She lives a modest life, but she would say she’s rich. The last thing she’d ever call herself is eloquent, but she prays in King James.
It’s been quite a ride growing up her granddaughter.
It’s funny how you can be in a funk and go visit someone who’s really sick and they end up giving you just the medicine you need.
I sat on her couch the other day and watched her try to get her robe on by herself. She got it stuck on top of her head and couldn’t get her arms in it right until my aunt helped her, and I laughed at the fiasco and thought, The old become babies again, and the children really do become the parents.
The older I get, the more I hope to leave a legacy like hers when it comes my time to cross the River Jordan (that’s what she calls it when you die).
But for now I just want people to get a big dose of Jesus every time they see me.