29/07/2025
This morning I listened to a sermon on angels which made me think of my grandma and grandpa. đ
In my religion we believe that angels are real and they walk among us, even if we canât see them. When Iâm having a hard day, that thought is so comforting. Maybe my grandma is trying to hug me in the smell of a cookie or my grandpa might be reaching out through the woodpecker I saw or the fresh coke I thought to grab in a moment of exhaustion (âwanna swig, Shel?â He loved sharing his coke, even with my 2 year old on our visits đ¤Ł)
I was lamenting to Andy how sad I am that my kids wouldnât have those memories that I have with them. Then I realized that those memories built me into the person I am today. My grandma and grandpa gave so much of themselves teaching me what love could look like, when I embody that my kids get to learn those same principles they taught me of true love and make those same memories that I made. Teaching my kids about birds or the stars will always bring me closer to my grandpa and bring my kids closer to me. When I sew or read with my kids, itâs like my grandma is guiding my hands. (Although she might be a little distraught if she knew just how bad I am at sewing đ¤Ł)
Iâm so grateful that angels are one little prayer away. That maybe my memories are sweet enough to build upon and that one day I can be with those sweet souls again.
