This picture was taken when I had my first communion and the person in the pic is my grandma. This was in 2008. My paternal grandmother was the only grandparent who lived for me to be born, and as blessed as I was to have her as long as I did, she passed away in January this year. In fact, in four days it will mark 6 months since her passing. Sometimes I wonder why I didn't get more of an experience with a living grandparent than I did. Then I remember some people lose their last grandparent when they're younger than I am and some are not even born. I wonder if the reason God didn't end her life sooner is because He wanted me to have more time than I deserved with a living grandparent.
Totally unrelated, I got a job at a Pizza Hut about 25 minutes from home (living in a rural town, that's convient!) However, I lost it after only a week, and I got a job about 45 minutes away. I was sad that I couldn't have a job in a town that feels more like home, but the town is where I go to school. Maybe this is a sign He wants me to return to school in the spring.
God works in mysterious ways. How has He worked for your life?
