Introduction

As another new year rolls in and we start off 2010, I can’t think of a better way to keep track of the blessings God has laid on my life than to record them in a way that can be used for anyone and everyone later on in any circumstances.

I’m really not a writer or a reader, in fact in school English was my worst subject and the one I dreaded always going to! But there was one letter that I wrote to my Grandma right before she passed away that got me to thinking. Grandma loved to read and give encouragement to others so I wrote this letter thinking that I would wait until it was just her and I in the room alone, I would sneak it to her, and only she and I would ever know what it said. But I don’t think God wanted me to keep it from anyone else, and he quickly showed that to me.

When I gave Grandma the letter she was in the hospital in Ft. Worth she had been battling cancer and was just a day away from having Hospice come in. My parents had left me alone in the room with her and she was struggling for each breath. So I reached down in my pocket and pulled out this letter that I had been working on the night before. I went over to her bed and handed it to her. As she went to open it I had this huge knot in my throat and barely got the words out to say, “I wrote this for you, and I want you to read this later” She closed it and handed it back to me and said “I am about to be transferred back to Graham and when I get to my room I want you to give it back to me.” So I did as I was told.

The next morning I got up, put the letter back in my pocket, and headed up to the hospital. She was getting worse, and now could barely talk or keep her eyes open. So I came into a room full of people of whom I didn’t know, my Dad had told my Grandma’s Sunday School teacher that I had written her a letter but I was unable to read it to her without crying. She gladly took the letter went over to her bed and began to read the letter that was meant to be just between Grandma and I.

Later that day a lady from Hospice came in to check on Grandma and saw the letter and began to read it. She asked permission from my Mom to take the letter and make copies to use in counseling for future Hospice patients, she gladly agreed. So as the letter began to grow around the hospital, friends and family, who had also read it, began to tell my parents that really, this letter should be read at the funeral.

As the funeral came to an end, the pastor said there was a letter in Francis hospital room that I would like to share. He read the letter and closed with a prayer, then invited everyone to one at a time come up and acknowledge the family. So as we stood and received the hugs from the two hundred friends and family of my Grandmas’, I kept getting more and more complements on the letter. I was told that I have talent with words and how it meant so much and touched each of them.

This got me to thinking, and I could feel God telling me to use this talent to help others. I have never been a good public speaker or a writer, but maybe because of this one letter that was “Just between Grandma and I” something now will come out of it and be able to help others, but most importantly glorify My God!