Call Me Uncle Tom?

While carrying my promise by God I did have a God moment that hit me later in life and I will share it with you. As I had mentioned I felt unsure as to whether I was to have any more children and I had many –Nay Sayers in the camp me included. One day while my husband and I with all the children were visiting my brother and his family up in Hinkletown, Penn., yes it is a small town. There was an average size farmhouse that sat off the side of the road with a semi-circular driveway with a few trees lining the drive with a grassy center where you would normally on a sunny day see children playing and adults standing around or sitting in lawn chairs. There were constant visible signs of life that surrounded this residence on route 322 it was like the heart pulsating in the center of town. On this particular day I remember opening the storm door walking into an open country kitchen and seeing a sweet graceful elderly woman sitting at the kitchen table with her sister at her side. Her eyes looking on the entryway without words I felt and received a warm welcome. She called out my name and told me to come and without question I did. I gave her a gentle hug and did the same with her sister. I sat down and she reached over and held my hand with slight releases with a pat here and there. She asked me how I was doing and I told her the obvious which was that I was pregnant and not feeling very accepted by the crowds that were currently surrounding me and my family. She then grabbed my hand with a squeeze and told me that I was blessed with a blessing from the Lord and to consider myself to be a blessed child of God. She also told me to not let the world dictate who I was, but God, she reassured me to continue being a good mom and wife. I felt like a used car that was sitting on the used car lot with signs of abuse. I had been stolen several times and stripped taken out for numerous joy rides by anyone and everyone. And then the original owner walked up on me and said here she is! I’m feeling a little confused, “Are you talking about me? Have you taken a good look at the body and what about my mileage its way up there!” He sits in me and says she is perfect now that she is back in my hands. He says “Relax, I’ve got you and all the old scars are repairable and I have erased those old miles and you can run the way you were designed to if you only allow me to sit in the driver’s seat so that I can steer you in the right direction”. He installs a gps system that I can read and every now and then with a still soft voice it gives me directions when needed for all the right turns. I gave up the wheel once again and He smiled and revved me up. Now it is time to fill up with the fuel that is needed to continue. Here I was looking into the eyes of a Godly woman who had lived most of the years of her life and with some of what was left she was extending herself in love to me. She was not only a sister but she was a wife to one man for several decades, mother of seven girls, grandmother to at least 27, great-grandmother to at least 50. This woman had lived and was living what she was telling me to do with a look that was so piercing to my soul. This caused a change in my thinking. She left this earth two years later she never got a chance to see Amaris but if it were not for her words and her life which I saw being lived before me it would’ve been hard for me to hold my head high in love. When she passed, all of her children were there and her husband. She left her legacy in peace knowing that with her life she continued to stand on a truth that did not change and her children can always remember if nothing else mom, grandma, great-grandma, great-great-grandma stood on the Word of God and that is the truth that I want to leave my children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and all those generations to come.