Journey With Deb

My grandmother turned 89 on Monday thirtieth November two thousand and nine. We didn’t throw a big party inviting friends and family – it was just an intimate affair. About two and a half weeks ago, Mama was readmitted into the hospital for blood transfusion and extra care for the bed sores she developed from the lack of mobility after her hip operation.

On Monday, we visited mama at the hospital with a surprise birthday cake. She had no clue it was her birthday (signs of dementia). It has been two and a half weeks since I saw her and I was already starting to miss her. We gently opened the door to her room and peeked in, the minute her eyes caught us, she beamed from ear to ear and sprung upright on the bed… I would give the world to have those few seconds replayed.

We stuck eight big candles and nine small ones into the petite cake and sang the birthday song. Mama blew the candles heartily until all the flames went out and we prayed for her… It was a great privilege to be praying for Mama because she has been my prayer warrior since young. Day after day she would converse with God and each time she would meticulously mention her children and grandchildren’s names. That was her ministry… and she faithfully continued in that steadfastness and persevering faith.

And although she her memory is somewhat fading away (and her conversations with God may come in repetitions), I know that God is still her best friend and He is never bored of listening. Every now and then I would ask her, “Mama, do you talk to Jesus?”She will confidently answer, “Of course I pray. I always talk to Jesus”.

She will always be my prayer warrior despite her old age and frail frame – her spirit speaks strength and tenacity.

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