Remembering my grandmother: Mrs Easter Staten Tillman What can i say about my grandma? Well she loved her some Jesus! And car or no car, she wasnt missing choir rehearsal or church even if it meant shed have to walk. I remember spending the night with her when I was small. Shed wake up around 5:30am every morning and immediately drop down next to her bed and start praying for what seemed like 20 to 30 minutes. I was always like What is she doing down there for so long? Then Id just go back to sleep. She would trick me by cooking breakfast around 6:15am because she knew the smell of sizzling bacon would wake me up. Id jump up to go eat and try to run back to the bed but by the time I made it there, she had already made it up. Lol!!! Now I see the fruit of those prayers manifesting in my own life. Her prayers have protected me from so many of the enemys attacks that its unreal. I just wish she wouldve been here to see all God has done in my life. My personality, my ability to love people even though they may have deeply hurt me, my integrity, my loyalty, discipline, my love for wrestling, my cooking skills, my knowledge of catching and cleaning fish, and my ability to be an effective leader all came from her. She taught me that all my actions, whether good or bad, had consequences and would not hesitate to whip my butt when I got outta line. Yes maam, Yes sir, No maam, No sir, Hold the door open for your elders and all women regardless their age, Never hit a woman, Always remember to treat any girl you meet the same way youd want a boy to treat your sister, Be a man, Its ok to be a fool, just dont be no damn fool, Be careful with the women you choose were all things she would tell me over and over as I grew up. She was a very humble woman. The most humble Ive ever known. She didnt have much either, yet she never complained about what she didnt have. She just made the most of what she did have. No matter what happened, she always knew just what to say to make me feel better. I remember right as the dementia was beginning to get worse, it was my first time seeing her in several months. I fell to my knees in front of her and cried in her lap because I knew her time was getting close. I didnt even know if she remembered me. She just rubbed my head, looked me in the eyes and with a smile said Its gonna be ok. Everythings gonna be ok. That was the last time she ever spoke to me before she stopped speaking altogether. But from that moment until now, there has been a peace in my heart about her passing that I never thought possible. If it were not for her speaking that to me, I never wouldve been able to handle losing her. But the moment that I got the call that she had passed, I breathed a sigh of relief that her race had finally ended, and she was resting as heaven prepared her inheritance. Even though the whole family thought Id probably fall out and try to crawl into the casket with her, I never cried. Just looked at her and smiled. Her life was a testimony to me even though I didnt like going to church and avoided opening a bible at any cost. But she never forced the issue. She just did her walk in FAITH and in the end, that was enough. Who knew that her silence about Jesus would guide me to Jesus!? Shell always be my #1 girl. And for giving me the absolute best praying, and faith-filled grandmother that heaven could offer, God, You ROCK!!! :-)
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 14:19:34 +0000
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