I have just been taken back in time and was remembering my childhood. I was the first born American in my family. With my parents being British, they moved to Jamaica and had their first child, Marc and then shortly after moved to good old Georgia and had me. We used to go back and forth to England pretty regularly to visit aunts and uncles, granmas and granpas. I got spoiled so much when I went to visit…and so many stories come to mind when I think of the times I have spent there…mostly good. My mom’s (aka mum) father was in the British Army all throughout my mom’s childhood and even fought in WWII with many stories to tell.
Because I was the Southern Bell of the family, Grandad Wainwright always teased me about my accent and it never failed that every time we talked, he would make me sing the monkey song….
Five little monkeys jumping on the bed
One fell off and bumped his head
Momma called the doctor and the doctor said
No more monkeys jumping on the bed.
Grandad would always make me sing it in the most southern accent I could and he would just laugh and laugh. Then, he would take me into shoppes around town and would be so proud that his little grandaughter came all the way from America to visit him and then introducing me and expecting me to talk as southern as I could.
We really enjoyed each other so much, even when he was wasting away, being taken over by jaundice and liver cancer. He would sit in his chair and watched me try and take of his garden since he couldnt do it himself. Every time I came inside, I wasn’t doing something right and I would run back out and try to fix it, but would always be happy that I helped him. I miss my grandad so much but thinking about our relationship always bring me back to the cross.
His Psalm during times of war
Psalm 23
The Lord is my Shephard, I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside quiet waters
He restores my soul;
He guides me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake
Even though I walk through the shadow of death,
I fear no evil;
for thou art with me.
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me
Thou dost prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies
Thou hast anointed my head with oil;
My cup overflows.
Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
