Labels:text | font | black and white | screenshot | paper | document OCR: Grandma's Light (2 Timothy 1:5) "I am reminded of your figuring that whoever was up would soon return to sincere faith; a faith that dwelt first in your bed. I nodded in and out of sleep a couple of times, grandmother Lois .... " This article is lovingly and gradually realized that this annoying beacon was dedicated to the memory of my late grandmother, not going to go away. I was wide awake now, and a Martha (whom I am still convinced was one of the little pushed-out-of-shape about it. I was all set to most generous, unassuming Christians I have ever throw the covers off with a vengeance, and go known). charging into the next room to see who the culprit was. But then I stopped. I heard a strange sound It wasn't very loud, so I strained to hear more of it. It remember quite a few things about my was singing! Almost inaudible ... but definitely there. grandma. Many good things .... some Someone was singing in the kitchen ..... at, like, four hum orous .... and even som e that seem a little o'clock in the morning !! odd. (I'll never forget the time she gave a store My curiosity was peaked. I donned my very manager a "sermon" about how expensive some best super-spy aura, and started to creep of their shoes were.) But, of all the things I slowly out of bed. Step and pause. Step and remember, there's one that always sticks out in -- pause. I sneaked to the wall by the doorway. I my mind ..... stealthed half an eyeball around the edge of the I always loved going to my opening, in true secret-agent-style. And, there grandparents' house. Even when my familylived she was .... Grandma .... sitting at the kitchen far away from them; we would go there on table. And, sure enough, she was singing, very vacation, and visit for a week or so. It's funny softly, to herself. In her hands was a church how you can remember certain things from your hymnal; appropriately complimented by an open childhood, while others you can't. One particular Bible that lay on the table nearby. I didn't watch her summer visit, I will never forget. but for a minute or two, and then I stumbled back to It was bedtime, and I had been assigned a bed. sleeping place in the living room of their small house. Sometimes I'm a little "slow on the up- Eventually, everyone else went to bed and the house take". But, by the end of our visit, this nightly grew silent. It was dark. Before too long, I was fast occurrence finally made me realize that this was asleep. ( I had probably had a rough day of teasing something that she did every morning. I never told my sisters .... I was exhausted) I usually sleep like a her that I knew her secret. During the day, I would log .... and that night was no exception. I've never play. Then at night, once again; I would be serenaded been a "morning person", and it just about took a and awakened by the now-familiar beam. stick of dynamite to get me out of bed The hours of So many years have passed since then. pleasant slumber slipped by, eluding my conscious Grandma has since gone to her reward But, I know notice. that her works are still following her. I know this, All of a sudden, my eyes tensed up in pain. because I still remember that week when she taught. I managed to squint-out a look-around with my me something without even knowingit. sleepy eyes. It was still dark outside. Still half- asleep, I know that her simple example has made a It slowly dawned onme that myrude awakening was difference in me. due to alarge beam of light, shooting its way through Some nights, I still think I hear her singing a doorway, and cutting across my face. And whenever I do, I just lie there and bask At first, I shrugged-off this little nuisance; in grandma's light.
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