Dancing

It seems to be that cancer is the common thing around here. Dear dear people have left because of it and a handful of close people currently have it living in their bodies. 

 I'm opinionated and passionate about health, and it's easy to blame such an ugly thing on our culture and habits, but truth is, it's just another form of warfare. The other truth, rarely do you know the exact cause of anything, so why do I try to guess and blame? Instead, be grateful. 

My grandma happens to be one of these dear people. She just found out she is dying. She's 87. She's possibly the most-level headed person on this earth. It's true. Her response to the news was no different than what I would expect her to do... you know what she said? 

 "Don't you even try and pray for healing. Pray for me to be comfortable until I meet Jesus". 

Heard it. Doing it, Grandma. 

 Is it morbid for me to say I am a bit jealous of her? She has lived an amazing life, filled with so much love and care for others. Now, she gets to meet Jesus. She gets to see her three kids that she lost too early in life (including my dad, give him the largest hug and kiss for me, please, Grandma). 

 She gets victory. She is victory, in Jesus. 

 You know what I am grateful for? This little girl, dancing.

 

The Lord had been preparing me for Grandma's news for a few months. I'm not dumb, she's 87, but I knew that my time with her would be limited. About a week before we got the news, I'm looking across the dinner table at this petite thing, housing an un-petite personality with a button nose and a pointy chin. She is the miniature version of my grandma. I told the Lord just how grateful I was that I get a piece of Alva with me every day.