grandma’s grace

by admin on May 22, 2013

It was 1973, my daughter was almost four-years old and my eldest son almost two when tragedy struck in a neighborhood not far from us. Breaking news came in the form of the newspaper thrown in our driveway every morning and the local news on a local station at six o’clock each evening.

A father had fatally run over his little toddler boy in their driveway. I went to see my Grandma Emily that day to ask her how a parent ever got over such a horrible thing? How?Harold & Emily Chamberlain 1972 001

Grandma Emily & Grandpa Harold

 “Susie, listen here, honey, you don’t have to know. God gives special grace in special situations. We will pray you will never have to know that kind of grace.

That wisdom and compassion came from an experienced heart. A heart and mind that had needed that kind of grace when her only daughter tragically died of cervical cancer at 26 years of age. That kind of grace when she sequestered herself in her ceramics studio for five years, having it out with her God and grieving away the hurt and disappointment and anger and pain.GRACE

I never want that kind of grace.

My heart wretches and my eyes cry over tornadoes, bombings, school shootings.

And I am amazed when I hear the stories that come out of the rubble, the amputations, the premature deaths.

I am assured that kind of grace abounds, over and over and over and over.

And, I am convinced, that kind of grace is enough.

xo

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Chrissie May 22, 2013 at 10:06 am

I never knew that about Great Grandma. :( However I do remember having that same very conversation with my mother. I’m not real sure how it came up but my mom told me that very same thing. God gives Grace when needed and we can never put ourselves in their place because we haven’t been given that kind of grace. I keep that in mind as I pray for the families, victims and survivors of such tragedies.

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admin May 22, 2013 at 10:10 am

YOU are exactly right Chris’, we should feel compassion and do everything we can to help but we cannot, should not, put ourselves in their place. Yo’ mama told you right!!!!!!! xo

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Chrissie May 22, 2013 at 10:06 am

BTW, thanks for the pic! :)

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Pam Roth May 22, 2013 at 10:46 am

Susie, you have hit home again. My daughter’s friend has several HUGE issues on her plate, and my daughter was asking “How can one person take so much?” Grace is the answer. Thank you, again, my friend.

Pam

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admin May 23, 2013 at 9:41 am

Thank YOU for commenting – it encourages me to know that someone is being encouraged by the words I write!!! ♥

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Helemarie May 22, 2013 at 11:09 am

Beautiful written, I’m posting this on Facebook. So very True. Our Lord’s Precious Grace, when we need it, only with him.

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Helemarie May 22, 2013 at 11:09 am

Oh Susi, you look like your grandmother, Yes! you do honey!

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Kathy May 23, 2013 at 6:05 am

Such valuable words………thank you, Susan!

Kathy

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Peggy Hoefl May 23, 2013 at 6:14 am

I think I love that lesson from Grandma more than any other one. And I have shared it with many…yes Chrissie that is where I got it! My own Mom had that “dying” grace the night before she went home to heaven. We could all see it. She wasn’t afraid, she wasn’t confused — she just had it! And we as her family had our own “grieving” grace to get thru it. We were able to laugh at her Memorial service and even the youngest of the grandchildren could laugh and enjoy the memories their Aunt Deb had put together for us about Ga, Grandma, Ma. GRACE — it is amazing and if we look for it every day, we wll find it. Weeping may endure for a night but joy [and grace] comes and will come and will continue to come day after day, night after night, incident after incident, in the morning.

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Marni Nicholas May 23, 2013 at 11:35 am

I think about Great Grandma and that grace lesson often. I think she had so much courage to come out of the basement. Grace.

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admin May 23, 2013 at 11:59 am

Yes, it did. But she came out and never looked back without gratefulness and great love for her daughter, Ruth Frances. Aunt Ruthie as I have always called her. xo

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