My grandma’s house wasn’t fancy by any means, but it smelled better than any place I’d known. I think it was a mixture of zest soap and lilacs. Her food seemed to taste better, and love just seemed to abound there.
I can remember just sitting for hours listening to her tell the same old stories, but I never minded hearing them. Someone was actually taking the time to talk to me. I can still picture her house in detail after all these years.
When I was 12-years-old my parents separated. My dad, my younger brother and I went to live with my grandma while my dad tried to figure out what to do next. She gave up her bed (an amazing feather bed) for my brother and me for an entire month and slept on the sofa. I remember feeling like I was in heaven actually living in my “favorite place!”
It was during that month that my grandma did something that changed my life.
the power of prayer
I can remember lying there in her bed at 5 each morning. I would hear her get up to fix her breakfast—it was always 1 egg, a slice of toast and a glass of prune juice. After preparing her breakfast, I would hear her pray. She never missed a morning.
I admit at first I thought she was talking to herself and giggled, but then I noticed she seemed to be talking to someone she loved very much. She prayed to Him like He was a dear friend. I can remember being so fascinated that she talked to God. I had never heard anyone pray before.
I never said anything to her about what I had heard, but I took it to heart. I was going through a tough time in my life, and I had so much fear. I didn’t realize how much her prayers had touched me until many years later.
I would watch her bravely face so many life challenges, and I would watch her grow old. I remember being there in the hospital giving her water from a straw just before she died. My strong, loving grandma was now too weak to drink water, and my heart sank.
I cried many tears when she passed away that night, but whenever I think of her I remember that month of my life and how she prayed to a God so lovingly and faithfully. She truly inspired me.
leading by example
My grandma used to recite Psalms 23:2-3 in her prayer time. It says, “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He Leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His names sake.”
Although she never knew it, my Grandma truly lead me with her daily example beside the green pastures and the still waters. She helped me find a way to have peace during my storm, and now, because of all her prayers, I have found a new “favorite place.” It is my quiet time with God, where I talk to Him just like she did all those years ago.
-Tai Kishefsky, Children’s Pastor & Deacon, Harvest Barn Church