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Paul wrote, "I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also."  (2 Timothy 1:5) NIV

The above verse was in one of the 3 devotions I receive in my email each morning. My Grandma Koller definately nurtured the beginnings of my faith journey. She was also my Sunday School teacher. Almost every Sunday after church I went home with Grandma and Grandpa or Uncle Skip would pick me up and take me out to the farm. After we had dinner, I would help Grandma prepare next Sunday's lesson. She would let me cut out the figures that went on the flannel board while she told me the story. She would explain why she couldn't call on me when she asked questions. She said it wasn't fair to the other children because I've already heard the story and knew the answers. They had to be allowed to have a chance to answer the questions. Reasoning usually worked with me.

During the week I would accidentally (on purpose) get on the wrong school bus and go to my grandparents' house. In those days you could do that. The bus drive would remind me that I would be grounded again. I knew that and when my punishment was over, I'd do it all over again! When I went in the house, I'd usually find Grandma at her desk writing out cards. She had a card ministry. (Gee, I wonder if that's where I get it from?) Cards went out for birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, graduations, get well, or haven't heard from you in a while to church members as well as family members. She also had pen pals with missionaries.

My grandparents supplied the local supermarkets with produce and eggs...that was a lot of years ago. I spent most of my summer vacations at the farm  helping to pick produce. Depending what was in season,  more could go in my mouth than in my basket! There were plenty times I'd sneak off when the plums or granny smith apples were ripe and climb the trees and have a feast. I'd also go to bed that night with an upset stomach or be hugging the porcelin bowl.  But it wasn't all about food. The day started off with a short Bible reading and prayer. All meals including tea time started with prayer. Before bedtime, there was a longer Bible reading time. I was so excited the first time I was allowed to read. There were a few tricky words! After the Bible reading, there was prayer time where we knelt on the floor just like at church...well, at church we had kneelers. When I went home I'd tell Mom and Daddy we had to have Bible reading and prayer time. I didn't know at the time that my parents had rebeled against their parents.

Grandma also gave me my confirmation verse (about a year before she passed). John 3:16...For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

When Grandma sang, she sang loud, and she like me couldn't carry a tune. But she said in God's ear it was always a joyful noise. So Grandma sang loud, raised her hands in praise, and had a smile for God. I've tried to remember that. My grandchildren tell me, "Grandma don't sing!" But I remember what Grandma Koller told me and I sing loud, only now I loose my voice when I sing loud, but my hands are raised in praise, and I have a smile for God. Just like my beloved Grandma. I miss you.

Happy Mother's Day!

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Comment by Carol Vickers/OH on May 14, 2012 at 3:19pm

What a delightful story full of memories.  Thanks for sharing.

Comment by Laurie on May 14, 2012 at 7:33am

What a wonderful story.

Comment by B J Elder/WA on May 14, 2012 at 6:42am

What wonderful memories and special times you had with your grandparents. I love it! Sing away my friend, sing away!

Comment by Jennie Steward on May 14, 2012 at 5:24am

What a wonderful history you have and the memories....thank you for sharing. 

Comment by June Johnson/Wi on May 13, 2012 at 8:02pm

What beautiful memories of your time with grandparents.  Thank you for sharing.  My son used to say while I sang in the car, "Mom, please don't sing."  Like my Mom I could not carry a tune in a bucket.  I guess I should do like my Mom said she did in church, "I just move my lips."    Have a great day

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