Jesus Lead Me All The Way

"All The Way My Saviour Leads Me"

All the way my Saviour leads me;
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His faithful mercies,
Who through life has been my guide?
Heav'nly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in Him do dwell;
For I know whate'er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Saviour leads me,
Cheers each winding path I tread;
Gives me strength for every trial,
Feeds me with the living bread.
Though my weary steps may falter,
And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo, a spring of joy I see.

All the way my Saviour leads me,
O the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest in me is promised,
In my Father's house above;
When my spirit, clothed immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day,
This my song through endless ages:
"Jesus led me all the way."

— Fanny J. Crosby

Unexpected Memories...

The passing of my grandmother has brought back many memories. One memory that I never expected to have was the remberance of my son's passing. I mean why? Why would her death cause me to think of his death? I ask my mother why this was, she didn't really know. I told my mother maybe it has something to do with the fact that, the last person I had seen without breathe was him, seen lifeless? I didn't know that's just what made sense to me at the time. I still don't understand it all, but one thing I know for sure is that my precious son is being held and rocked by his great grandmother. Before my grandmother passings, the day my grandmother decided she was going home, I asked her a very personal question, I asked her to find him (my son). I ask her to hold him and rock him and to tell him about me. I said, "Tell him mommy loves him and soon will come to see him". I said,"if you don't see him ask someone where he is, because he is there". I found great comfort when I heard that my grandmother had seen a group of children before her passing, I often wonder if one of those children were my precious baby. I will never know the answer to that, but that's ok, I know without a doubt in my mind she has seen him by now. As I write this, tears stream down my face. My son and my grandmother both meant so much to me and still do. Both of them shaped my life in a way no one else would of been able to do. My sons life was very short while my grandmother shaped my life for 29 years. I agree with my sister when she said that "heaven now holds a part of my life".
A day has never passed that I haven't thought of my son since his passing and now that my grandmother has passed a day will never pass that I don't think of her. Heaven was calling both of him, heaven was waiting, and now heaven has both of them, and b/c of that heaven will never be the same.

Through the Eyes of Your Grandaughter

Grandmother we will forever remember you! So many memories....

I know not where to start
Playing in the cementary, walking the block, your amazing pecan pie, my awesome New Kids on the Block night gown, going to TC, taking a trip with everyone to Coloroado, The North Pole, you losing your top in the ocean, sitting on your lap as you shared memories of times past, wearing your t-shirts to bed, watching home videos, the memories are never ending. Spending a week or more with you during the summer, Girl Scout camp, Recently making the memories of your amazing 72nd birthday party, and the list goes on.
You gave all you had
Never crtitizing, even when we were wrong
never saying no
you loved each of us with all your heart
you listened to us no matter how many times we told you something over and over
You held us
You were there in the good and there in the bad
You cried with us
you laughed with us
you laughed at us
simply you were there.
Days before your passing you spoke something that was not only beautiful but something that will forever be with me. In speaking of our family you were so concerned, saying I tried to live a good life. I reassured you by your bed in the hospital that you had lived a good life, and what an amazing grandmother you were, how the memories of you will live on in generations to come.
You looked up with eyes wide open and said, “yes, I lived for my family”.
How true, how true this is. You did grandmother, you lived for the family.
Grandmother you will not be forgotten, your memory will never die. You taught each of us so much, we will not forget.
Grandmother I love you and know you are waiting for us in the heavens above.
I can only imgine what you are experiencing as you have meet your creator, your savior.
You have received your crown before us, your crown filled with so many beautiful jewels.
You have gone on to glory land and with that mighty host you stand.
Thank you for sharing your life with each of us.
You are missed. We will see you again.