May 31

“White hairs are a crown of honor, they are found in the ways of uprightness.”

In the last several years of my grandmother’s life in this world, her mind began to slip. She began forgetting small things, and, as is so often the case, her memory loss eventually became dramatic. Many times I would visit her and not be sure she recognized me at all. But I was never greatly struck by what she forgot. On the contrary, I was struck by what she remembered. She remembered how to be gracious to her guests. She remembered how to play hymns on the piano, even with major hearing loss and hands gnarled by arthritis. She remembered the Lord’s Prayer. And I remember her.

FATHER IN HEAVEN, INGRAIN IN MY SOUL YOUR WORD, THAT WHEN MY HAIRS TURN WHITE, I MAY WEAR THAT CROWN OF HONOR AS GRACEFULLY AS THOSE WHOSE EXAMPLE YOU HAVE GIVEN ME. IN JESUS’ PRECIOUS NAME I PRAY. AMEN.

-Shared by Charelle Webb