A Family Surprise

My hubby's mother is a very special person.

Although her life has been fraught with disappointment in numerous ways, she has a sunny and positive disposition. Her unshaking faith in the power of prayer towers in comparison to mine. She knows how to believe God's Word, and patterns her life accordingly. Never one to complain, she has made do with what she's been given.

Our family was blessed to share our home with her for a few years. The little darlings got to know their grandma, which was a privilege denied to them until that time. Circumstances began to turn around for her. She flourished in the company of many: new friends, her accordian band, church events; at bible studies, craft fairs and family gatherings. When our famliy re-located to the North Country, we invited her to come with us. She had grown to love the church there (and they had grown to love her), and her decision was firm.

"No," said she. "They need me here."

And so they did. For these past four years, Gramma Jean made herself indispensable. (True servants are, you know.)

In her many visits here, though, she would wistfully say, "I see myself joining you here someday." We would nod wisely and say, "Just say the word, Mom."

God loves to surprise His kids. The little house by the river in Norwood (the one my guys built last year) will soon be Gramma Jean's new abode. She had never owned a home before, and it's perfect for her. If we had known how things would turn out, we wouldn't have changed a thing about it, either. #1 Son can bike there, mow the lawn for her, and generally hang out anytime. #1 Daughter wants to do crafts with Gramma again. The sewing machine will probably get some use, too. I'm looking forward to long visits on the porch after kayaking on the river. Her #1 Son will be stopping by often, too. Family dinners will include Gramma again. What fun we will all have!

Tonight, she and a friend are camping out on the carpets there. New and treasured belongings will take up residence soon. And every time I walk under the threshold of that little tan house by the river, I will think what pleasure God had in bringing it to pass.