WHAT A DAY THAT WILL BE
There is coming a day when no heartache shall come-No more clouds in the sky, no more tears to dim the eye. All is peace forever more on that happy golden shore. What a day, glorious day that will be!
What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see, And I look upon His face-the One who saved me by His grace. When He takes me by the hand and leads me thro' the promised land, What a day, glorious day that will be!
There'll be no sorrow there, no more burdens to bears, No more sickness, no pain, no more parting over there. And forever I will be with the One who died for me. What a day, glorious day that will be!
There is coming a day when no heartache shall come-No more clouds in the sky, no more tears to dim the eye. All is peace forever more on that happy golden shore. What a day, glorious day that will be!
What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see, And I look upon His face-the One who saved me by His grace. When He takes me by the hand and leads me thro' the promised land, What a day, glorious day that will be!
There'll be no sorrow there, no more burdens to bears, No more sickness, no pain, no more parting over there. And forever I will be with the One who died for me. What a day, glorious day that will be!
My grandma has entered that place, no more pain or sickness and she is forever with her Savior whom she loved dearly! I will miss my grandma, but what a day that must have been to see her Savior face to face! I long for that day when I too will enter His presence.
I have so many memories of the time spent with my grandma and grandpa. One memory in particular is when I was six years old and we were living in our mobile home over on their homestead property while grandma and grandpa lived across the bridge in the homestead house. I was in kindergarten at Chapman Elementary school in Anchor Point and usually rode the bus home. I don't remember there ever being another time when my mom was not home when I arrived on the bus, except for once. I came home to a quiet house, but knew I could call my grandma on the CB radio to let her know I was there. I had never used the CB radio before, but had watched my parents use it lots of times. I think I was probably rather frantic and crying as I attempted to let my grandma know I was home alone, but in my frantic state I didn't think about turning up the volume so that I could hear my grandma's response! She quickly got in her car and came over to get me, but by that time she had met up with my mom on the bridge who was also on her way home! I was never so happy to see my mom and grandma as I was then. I don't think I was alone for more than about 10 minutes, but if felt like an eternity to a six year old little girl! My grandma and I have laughed at this memory so many times over the years!
I have fond memories of going to grandma's house in the afternoon and eating cookies for a snack...I guess that's how I got the nickname Cookie Monster. Thankfully the name didn't stick as I grew older! I remember enjoying the rides in grandma's car with the buttons to make the windows go up and down and to lock the doors!! What excitement for a young girl! Grandpa and grandma often took us out to lunch after church at Anchor River Inn, my mom and dad will probably say it wasn't very often, but to a child's mind it was often and very special!
As I grew older and became more involved with Youth Group and school activities I didn't get to spend as much time with grandma, but the summer of 1993 before I got married I got an opportunity to spend some quality time with my grandma. That summer she had her first stroke while driving and her truck landed in the Anchor River. Thankfully she wasn't hurt, but she really needed someone to stay with her while grandpa was out fishing. So I moved in with grandma and spent part of the summer with her.
My grandma's love for Jesus and the delight she took in serving Him is a such a rich heritage from the Lord!
I have so many memories of the time spent with my grandma and grandpa. One memory in particular is when I was six years old and we were living in our mobile home over on their homestead property while grandma and grandpa lived across the bridge in the homestead house. I was in kindergarten at Chapman Elementary school in Anchor Point and usually rode the bus home. I don't remember there ever being another time when my mom was not home when I arrived on the bus, except for once. I came home to a quiet house, but knew I could call my grandma on the CB radio to let her know I was there. I had never used the CB radio before, but had watched my parents use it lots of times. I think I was probably rather frantic and crying as I attempted to let my grandma know I was home alone, but in my frantic state I didn't think about turning up the volume so that I could hear my grandma's response! She quickly got in her car and came over to get me, but by that time she had met up with my mom on the bridge who was also on her way home! I was never so happy to see my mom and grandma as I was then. I don't think I was alone for more than about 10 minutes, but if felt like an eternity to a six year old little girl! My grandma and I have laughed at this memory so many times over the years!
I have fond memories of going to grandma's house in the afternoon and eating cookies for a snack...I guess that's how I got the nickname Cookie Monster. Thankfully the name didn't stick as I grew older! I remember enjoying the rides in grandma's car with the buttons to make the windows go up and down and to lock the doors!! What excitement for a young girl! Grandpa and grandma often took us out to lunch after church at Anchor River Inn, my mom and dad will probably say it wasn't very often, but to a child's mind it was often and very special!
As I grew older and became more involved with Youth Group and school activities I didn't get to spend as much time with grandma, but the summer of 1993 before I got married I got an opportunity to spend some quality time with my grandma. That summer she had her first stroke while driving and her truck landed in the Anchor River. Thankfully she wasn't hurt, but she really needed someone to stay with her while grandpa was out fishing. So I moved in with grandma and spent part of the summer with her.
My grandma's love for Jesus and the delight she took in serving Him is a such a rich heritage from the Lord!
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