Grandma

Psalm 135
A few weeks ago in our morning service, I think it was by chance, we sang two or three Charles Wesley hymns. I found myself singing them, of course only to myself and God, in the car on the way home. They were songs of God's glory and his intervention in my life. My grandmother used to sing hymns throughout the day. She would sing "Jesus was me for a sunbeam" and "Jesus is a friend of little children" to me as she cooked the dinner in her little kitchen. I am sure she sang other hymns too but she did not share those with me, only with God who was her friend. Grandma was a quiet and gently person living in my grandfather's shadow. But I remember the love in her voice as she sang with her constant companion.