Grammy,
It’s been over a year since you’ve been gone and it still blows my mind. The idea that I’ll never run into your little arms is a concept I can’t fully grasp and I don’t think I ever will. So I decided to write you a letter and tell you about a trip I’m currently on that I know you would’ve loved.
My trip started in Gainesville, Georgia, at a training camp meant to equip us for our next two months. While I was there, I ate with my hands, took bucket showers, and was reminded of what it means to be fully reliant on God. We talked about the Holy Spirit, which reminded me of you because you were best friends with Him, and my purpose for the trip changed from an escape route of my reality to building relationships for the kingdom of God.
An overnight in an airport, a 16 hour plane ride, and an 8 hour bus ride landed us in the bush of Swaziland. Grams, you would have laughed at me the first night as I cried looking at all the spiders I was living with. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a place more. Whether it was the mountain range in our backyard, the stunning sunsets we got every night, or the children we got to love on. I not only felt God’s presence, but I saw you in all of it. Loving on children who needed to be loved was always your strength, and we all learned how to do it from the best.
After a month of building relationships and loving the community, we packed up. For my last sunset, I remember sitting and thinking of you and how much you would have loved this place. With so many children to hug and give back scratches to, you would have had your hands full. Thanks for teaching me that no matter where we are in the world, there are children who need to be shown love all around us. Thank you for always being the best example of living out the gospel, wish you were here to see me doing my best.
Love always,
Your granddaughter
