Even after moving so far away, how I treasured the sound of her voice saying whenever I returned, “my baby girl is home,” accompanied by the most generous, unfiltered hug my heart could ever know. Her arms were the best place for my wounded, wandering soul to find its rest.
How long it wandered, yearning for something I thought I had not yet seen. All the things I didn’t have clouded my view of what already had on the steps of her front door.
And as she wrapped her arms around me, her calm, gentle spirit fed me hope, courage, and love. She was especially good at that. She was small in frame, but she was perhaps the strongest lady I ever knew.
Funny that her final conscious gesture to me was a two thumbs up.
That was six years ago now but I can still see the look of courage in her eyes: Two thumbs up. You've got this. It's going to be okay…
You've got this thing called life because you are loved deeper than you can ever know and greater than you could ever dream.
Two thumbs up because in Love there is always a refuge from the cold, brutal winds of life. In Love there is always a shoulder to bear the sorrows, to quiet the soul.
To my Granny, to the one who saved me in so many ways, two thumbs up: your baby girl is home. Because in love, there is always a home. And that is what you taught me best.
Psalm 131:2 "Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child rests against his mother, My soul is like weaned child within me."