On this cool morning, I find myself thinking about my grandparents especially my grandmother. While fiddling around the house this morning, somehow I ended up in the flower garden as Mrs. Zenya Epps would say. As I was pulling weeds, a picture of my grandmother came strongly to me. I saw her bent over in the garden and myself sitting on the porch. I remembered being mad at her because she wouldnt let me help her. As a child, I knew I could help and most important I wanted to be next to her. So, I was angry at her once again for pushing me away. To me this was once again my grandmother hating me because of my dark skin. You see like so many black people, my grandmother had a thing against dark skin females. Males were lovely. Women no. But this morning instead of feeling angry at her, a new emotion came to me...peace and understanding. Instead of focusing on the hurt and angry, I heard her praying. And all of a sudden I understood, it wasnt rejection so much but just this was her quite time with our heavenly Father. So, I am thankful this morning to our heavenly Father for giving a little dark skin girl another healing. Comfort in time of need. And undeserved LOVE. Happy 4th, Everybody. I am blessed this morning.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 12:14:18 +0000
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