Time Travel Tuesday

My good (blogging :) friend Annie hosts "TTT" every week, and every week I realize how much we have in common when we participate in each other's weekly memes. Today she asks to go back to a time of answered prayer... This answer is really the first one that popped into my head.


My Grandma (on my mom's side) was dying of throat cancer. My Grandma had lived her whole life without having a relationship with Jesus Christ. I actually felt as if she was very hardened to the things of Jesus...I can't remember exactly, but once my family became Christians Grandma was not really interested in accepting Jesus as her Savior. I know my mom witnessed to her for years and years without any response from her.

The cancer hit her fast and hard, and it was during her last month's that I became close to my Grandma... We had a good relationship, but we were not really close. I think during those last months the urgency to tell her about Jesus was on my heart, and I really think some part of me believed she would accept Christ as her Savior.

One day I was going to visit her in a facility... I was running late, and I think I almost did not go, but I knew that time was not a luxury anymore, and I needed to see her as much as I could. When I arrived to her room no one was there with her (which was rare at this point of her journey). By this time Grandma could not really talk because of the Cancer in her throat (I believe she had an operation to remove the cancer and I don't think she could actually talk), so I did a lot of babbling (not surprising)...

At this point the details get a little fuzzy, but I think I was telling my Grandma about a story of when I had "Moose" and he was in the hospital only days after he was born. It was a very scary time (a great story for another time), and I told her how God showed up for me and ministered to me through my own dad. I believe it was then that Grandma wrote something like this on a piece of paper...I want to believe, but it is hard. Right then I knew that God was doing a work, and my heart began to race. I can't tell you the exact conversation that happened, but by the end of the conversation I asked my Grandma if she would like to pray to receive Christ as her Savior and she nodded her head yes. I said a simple prayer, and asked Grandma to repeat the prayer in her heart.

It was not too long after that Grandma passed away... Another cool thing was after her funeral we were having dinner at my aunt's house, and I was having a conversation with my uncle. I knew my uncle was a Christian, and in conversation I just said something about Grandma becoming a Christian. The look on his face was priceless... Little did I know that my uncle had been witnessing to Grandma about receiving Christ, but yet she never did. My uncle must have been in misery thinking his mom died without knowing Christ, and when I told him what happened hope and peace washed over his face. Awesome!!!

Blessings today...gotta go get ready for work :) (Sorry for any writing errors, besides the blatant ones I purposely do... I don't have time for a proofread)