Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report, if there be any virtue and if there be any praise, THINK ON THESE THINGS. ~Phil. 4:8
MY MOST UNFORGETTABLE CHARACTER
© Jeanne E Webster
An image of a woman laboring in the kitchen brings to mind a lady very dear to me, my grandmother. All those peaceful days I shared with her during my parent’s many separations, I remember well with such tranquility and love. A gramma’s love can never be equaled…except by the love of our Lord Jesus. I hated to return home after relishing a child’s heaven-on-earth.
Gramma was an expert cook and turned out the most delightful tasting food on her old wood burning stove. Her recipes were not gourmet, mind you, just good, hearty meals for plain, hungry folks. My favorite meal was her Boston baked beans and brown bread. I could put away a heap of those northern beans in their deep-brown sauce, and dipping the brown bread into it was the best way to clean up a plate.
Watching her make filled cookies, my mouth would water as each luscious aroma wafted from the oven. So eager to sample the baked cookies, I’d have a sore tongue for days from wolfing down the hot-off-the-press tidbits. Her rhubarb pie was so succulent everyone’s salivary glands would be going full throttle the minute they got a whiff of that dessert.
My treasure island was her pantry, where she kept all those delicious goodies; many times I was shooed out for snitching out of the cookie jar or helping myself to a slab of leftover pie.
Yes, those were the good old days. I am grown now and my idol has gone. But I treasure those memories, the happiest of my childhood. My heart bears the warmth of a “gramma’s” love. It can never be equaled…but by the love of Christ in my heart. May you too enjoy and treasure these loves from God.