Life is such a beautiful thing. I sit and watch little Cora crawl around and see her bright smile shine up at me, mutely saying "I love you"...my heart melts. I listen as my Great Grandmother retells stories from her past with a bittersweet remembrance and I think of how great a woman she is.
The most vivid memory I have from this past week is when she told us about how she met my Great Grandfather. It is like something you would see in a classic old movie. She was just Seventeen, and eloped with a man that was seven years older than her. They were anxious to get married since my G. Grandfather was being transferred to a different Air Force base. It was in the years of WWII and many people wanted to spend the most time together in fear of what may happen.
It was beautiful to see her continue telling the story of their marriage. She told us of the challenges of being the wife of a military man. She also told us of the many times he was sent over seas and the challenges that came from that. And she told us about her fight against abortion in a clinic she worked in. My G. Grandmother is one of my heros, she is a prayer warrior, she was a faithful wife and is a faithful mother. I only wish I will someday live a life half as great as hers.
Life is a beautiful thing...even if it is sometimes messy. I am thankful for Godly women in my life that remind me of what my end goal should be.
The most vivid memory I have from this past week is when she told us about how she met my Great Grandfather. It is like something you would see in a classic old movie. She was just Seventeen, and eloped with a man that was seven years older than her. They were anxious to get married since my G. Grandfather was being transferred to a different Air Force base. It was in the years of WWII and many people wanted to spend the most time together in fear of what may happen.
It was beautiful to see her continue telling the story of their marriage. She told us of the challenges of being the wife of a military man. She also told us of the many times he was sent over seas and the challenges that came from that. And she told us about her fight against abortion in a clinic she worked in. My G. Grandmother is one of my heros, she is a prayer warrior, she was a faithful wife and is a faithful mother. I only wish I will someday live a life half as great as hers.
Life is a beautiful thing...even if it is sometimes messy. I am thankful for Godly women in my life that remind me of what my end goal should be.