My Grandma

My Grandma's name is Ruth. She is everything a Ruth should be, strong, firm in her faith, yielded to the Holy Spirit, brave and committed to those she loves.

One of my favorite stories about my Grandma is how she met my Grandpa. Even the way she tells it is magical. She was at a youth event at Griffith Park in Los Angeles as was my Grandfather. When she saw his incredible height as he emerged from the youth van she asked, "what's the weather like up there?" He was instantly taken in by her and they spent the rest of the afternoon as she says "riding around and around on the carousel". At the end of the day my Grandma invited my Grandpa to a Halloween party at her house...one that she had not actually planned on having but in a moment of quick thinking decided she needed to have so she could see him again. The rest, as they say, is history.

While my Grandma is obviously quite the smooth operator what she is at her core is a woman who loves God with all that she is and desires for everyone to have that same relationship with Him. When I was growing up I would get Bibles and Christian books from my Grandma every Christmas and every Christmas I would add them to the stack in my closet never to be touched. I wanted Barbies and clothes and was kind of annoyed at receiving yet another Bible. But late in my teen years I came to know the Lord and fell in love with Him and remembered all those books and Bibles stacked up in my closet. I devoured them. I know for a fact that my Grandma had been praying for me all of those years and that she still does. Every time she gave me a new book she was praying and also sacrificing. She was sacrificing being the "cool" Grandma for the hope that I would know my Savior. She knew that the most important thing in the world was that I know and love Jesus, more important than my loving her.

I long to be like my grandma in so many ways, witty and charming, creative, selfless and faithful. She is the whole package!