I have always been very close to Grandma as she raised me when I was younger. My very first memories were of her and my grandpa in our tiny two-bed-one-bath, stone tiled apartment on the third floor of a four floored building in a beautiful gated area made for athletes and those who worked at the gymnasium. Coming back to the US was very difficult because I had to leave them and live with parents and a sister that just seemed to appear out of no where. Little did I know I would go to school and come to know Christ. I accepted Jesus when I was in the third grade and tried very hard to convince my parents to accept Jesus. I waited and prayed for 15 years before it happened but God's timing really is the very best. The story of my parents coming to know Christ is incredible and the arrangements of events on how it happened is worth another post all of its own. My parents coming to know Christ showed me how much God is working and how much He loves and listens to his little ones.
Now, I pray that God will bring my grandmas to know Him. Last Sunday we visited our grandma on a rather calm afternoon. Unexpectedly, my sister pulls out this new flip book thing we got and started sharing the message of the gospel with my grandma. Historically, my grandma gets very defensive when we mention the Bible or God. She usually shuns the moment. She was raised under a communist government so I can understand her confidence in the belief that everything that she goes through is a product of her own achievements. However, this time it was different. Grandma thanks my sister for sharing with her and said, "I will know in my heart, ok?".
Like Mary, Simon's mother-in-law, I have seen the way Jesus works when we have faith in Him.
So I wait like she does. I wait on Jesus for His perfect timing. I wait on Him to soften Grandma's heart and I wait for the moment He calls me to do His work.
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