During this month, we have been working with an organization called Children in Distress. We host Christmas parties at various orphanages, work in a large garden that provides food for the orphanages, and organize food and clothing donations.
I have spent a good amount of time in the garden and while I have been there for 6-8 hours a day, I have found time to think.
I reminisce about the past and thought about how God uses every little thing from our experiences–good, joyful, bad, ugly, and painful–for the future He has planed for us.
I grew up around gardens. My very first garden to work in was at my grandma’s house. My granddaddy and her lived on a farm that was only 5 minutes from my house. She would pay me to pull weeds when I needed to make a few extra dollars. After I would finish, we would eat a honeybun and drink a glass of Coke together. I liked going over to her house and learning the ways of gardening. Little did I know at the time that I was learning more than lessons on how to pull out weeds, but she was sowing knowledge and wisdom in me that would be reaped later on in life.
This is my first Christmas without my beautiful grandma. I miss her dearly. As I thought about the legacy she left, a smile spread across my face. She left the gift that kept giving. This Christmas will be a hard one; but I am forever grateful for the legacy she left. She lived out what she believed. She was a woman of her word, a sassy southern belle, a classy gentlewomen, a country chef, a selfless sister, mother, grandmother, and best friend. Most importantly, she was a daughter of the Most High and that is the legacy she was most proud of.
