Grandma, great and mighty God…
you take care of me and everything I need.
You make me rest in the cool, green grass
because grass is good for my eyes, and good for my soul.
You take me where the water is still and quiet,
where the waters soak up the chaos of the streams of life.
You bring me back to life, filling in the gaps and chips and fissures.
You lead me in ways that are right so that I will be a credit to you.
Even though crevasses and ravines want to claim me,
I am not afraid because I am not alone.
Grandma, you are with me. Your crook guides and re-directs me.
Your walking stick, which aids and supports me, gives me comfort.
Grandma, you always cook for me.
You set a fine table no matter who is there—
even if people who don’t like me—or whom I don’t like–come over.
Grandma, you value me and praise me.
You cover me with so much love that it pours everywhere,
splashing on everyone there and even back onto you.
You hold my life like it’s precious.
You hold my life like it’s good.
You hold my life like it’s beautiful.
Because you treasure my life, I will treasure my life too.
I will live every day as a blessed day spent at your house.
Living forever in your house—and eating at your table—is heaven for me.
Thank you for being my great, and good, grandma.
Paraphrase by Barb Hedges-Goettl, Interim Pastor at Makemie Memorial Presbyterian Church, Snow Hill, MD bjhlog.wordpress.com