Today I felt safe.
Jerry called and asked if I could help him get some groceries, so I headed over to pick him up. I always get nervous going to his house. I don’t mean to, but it just creeps up in me.
The drug dealers on the street clearly hate me. I have taken two of their biggest customers and they know that I know way too much. They are always standing outside when I get there, and I think about it on the way over. So I get nervous. I wish I didn’t. I wish I had faith like David. But I don’t.
But something happens when I turn on their road. The first thing I see is the street sign – “Edith”. As soon as I see it, I feel a peace come over my whole body. I am filled with courage.
Edith was my grandmother’s name. She passed away a several years ago from cancer. She was amazing. She was a woman of unshakable faith. My dad says she was a “behind the scenes” christian. She did whatever needed to be done. And she prayed constantly. She was a warrior of our faith.
She had faith like David.
So when I pull onto Edith street I know I am safe. I smile every time. I know it is coming and I long for the peace it brings.
Thank you grandma for your faith.
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