Today would have been my spunky granny's birthday:) Four years ago on this date, I wrote a blog about her impact on my life and how she taught me about missions. At the time, I had no idea what the future held for Brian and I. This past year has been an amazing, beautiful, trying, difficult, growing year. And I know my Granny and Pepaw have been watching every step. Rejoicing in our triumphs and whispering to the Father on our behalf when we are tired or confused or just in need of Him. I know that my grandparents would have been so proud of the road that Brian and I have taken. They were always proud of me no matter what. Today on what would have been her birthday, I would like to revisit a post I wrote about her four years ago. Remember----I wrote all of this four years ago....
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| Me, My Granny and My Momma at my Granny's nursing home in 2010. |
My story of Moldova continues...but I would like to take a quick detour to remember my Granny, Wilma Sasser. Today would have been her 82nd birthday. My Granny and my pepaw (yes that is what I called my grandfather) are important to this Moldova missions story for many reasons...My Granny passed away this April after a valiant battle with Alzheimers. Alzheimers took her memory of her family and friends...but not of her HOLY Father! She could sing every word to her favorite hymns up until the very end....and she knew she loved Jesus. I had the PRIVILEGE of assisting the pastors in delivering her Eulogy. My grandparents were two of the MOST amazing people I ever knew. Most of who I am today I owe to them in some way or another. My grandparents were Godly people who always put serving others at the top of their priority list (whether it was driving a sick friend to the hospital, taking someone a meal, or just stopping by to say hello). They loved God and they loved people and His love and joy SHONE through them. They were just amazing...and I need you to know the two important connections that they have to Moldova. One...my Pepaw and Granny made sure that I knew who Jesus was from an early age...and they made sure that I had a close relationship with Him. (They did this by reading the bible with me, teaching my sunday school class, taking me to every VBS in town, and just being amazing examples). Had they not taught me (and my mother...she is important to my walk too) about Him, who knows what my life would be? My grandparents were Southern Baptists...and they always participated in the Annie Armstrong and Lottie Moon mission offerings. They would put their plastic rice bowls out and model saving additional money for missions for me...we would talk about missionaries in far off lands around the dinner table. My granny and pepaw had the biggest hearts for missions of any one I know. They saved for missions...and they lived out missions in their lives. In fact, when I was 13 they took me on my VERY FIRST mission trip. We went to Western Kentucky to help build a church with Carpenters for Christ. But you know what else my granny did? She made sure that I had a chance to go serve in inner city Louisville. Because she knew that I saw a need for relationship building...not just church building. That woman KNEW my heart. She knew I needed to connect with people who needed to know the Love of the Father. That mission trip lit a fire for missions in my heart....In high school and college I volunteered and worked regularly for another mission organization, Appalachia Service Project...My Grandparents introduced me to serving others and serving Him in missions...it was all part of the Dream Givers plan (if you haven't already...consider reading Bruce Wilkinson's
The Dream Giver)...I am looking forward to how His plan for my life continues to unfold. I know that my Granny regularly talked with the Dream Giver Himself on my behalf. On the flight over to Moldova...I had the strangest feeling of warmth come over me...and I looked over at Brian and I said..."you know what B? Granny and Pepaw would be so proud of me following His call to serve for a short-term mission trip in Moldova."
He continues to call. How will I answer?
