Grandma’s Prayers

Grandma’s prayers are the reason a lot of us are still here.
~Unknown

Y’all know this is true.  I know it is true for me.

My grandmother was a praying woman.  She prayed for everything and everyone.  When we were little, people would come to our home and ask for mama to pray for them.  And she would.  Right then and there.

I won’t ever forget the time I was in the garden with her.  It was so hot.  Alabama heat and Alabama humidity.  I can still smell the dust from the dry ground.  It hadn’t rained for weeks.  And we were trying to keep vegetables alive with water from a hose.  A soon as we got one row watered, and move on to the next, the first one already looked like we hadn’t even watered it.

I was wiping sweat and trying not to complain.  The sun was beating down and I just wanted to head to the barn and get on Topper.  But Mama (our name for my Grandmother) needed help so I tried not to complain too much.

All of a sudden she looked at me and said, “We’d better get in, honey.  It’s about to rain”.

I said, “Mama, there ain’t a cloud in the sky.  The sun is beating down on us.  There is not even a hint of a breeze and rain is nowhere in sight.”

She said, “You come on now.  I prayed for rain last night and I feel it.”

She was getting to the end of a row and heading up to the house as she talked.

We hadn’t quite made it to the front porch before I felt the first drops of a slow falling, long-lasting summer rain.  It rained all night into early the next morning.  That wasn’t the only time I saw her prayers answered.

She prayed for all us girls.  For everything.  She prayed for us to walk with God, for us to have healthy relationships, for us to have healthy children, for us to know the right things to do, for us to stand strong in hard times.  And yes, she prayed for rain and for the animals and crops on the farm.  She prayed for everyone and everything.

And I will forever be grateful that mama prayed for me.

Blessings to you!

Charity