Growing up as a child was different from many. A grandmother who went to church devoutly also lived the life as best she could. Being human has always been a problem for anyone who tries to live the Christian way and beliefs. She no doubt found times that she could not understand. I often saw her on her knees praying for guidance as she went about her daily life. Most of all I remember her singing. Whether it be at church or home, she could always break out in a song of praise to her Lord. Following in her footsteps became a way of life. I too found that feeling of uplifting every time I sang for the Lord. Starting at the age of 4, I began a life filled with the gift of music. Songs became a way of feeling that I was giving of myself to the local world around me. The fact that most of my music was religious was no problem to me. It was my heritage, where I came from. That was good enough for me.
Her singing was always comforting in a secure way, and gave me peace that she had the hand of God leading and guiding her every move. One thing I always knew was that she would go to him in all things, no matter what.......! That was the REAL THING!
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