I spent my highschool years in the home of my grandmother due to some domestic issues I had with my mother and this time with my grandmother was a time in my life I will never, ever forget.
The summer between my 8th and 9th grade year was the year I went to live with her.I lived with her until a year after graduation. It was just her, myself and my older cousin. She treated me like I was the most valuable person in her life. She cooked for me morning,noon and night. I put on about 25lbs. my first summer with her. I will never forget that the evening meal was time she and I sat down at the dinner table to eat. She never said much but just being in her presence meant the world to me.
My big momma, as we called her, was a very godly woman. I hadn't really grown up in a godly home but staying with her, the Lord was all she talked about. I must say I hated it. Every conversation was about the Lord. At 16 the Lord was not on my mind. But as years passed I began to grow up and was working a lot so that kept me from having to be involved in church.But I will never forget one of the most selfless acts she ever did. I needed a car, my first car but had no $$$$$$ or credit.
My big mama knew I was working and I didn't get into a lot of trouble, she thought again the world of me. She ended up trying to mortgage her house in order for me to get my first car. However, the banker turned her down, and I am glad he did because I probably would have screwed up somehow and I would have hated for my grandmother to lose her house because of me.
But the best thing she ever did or the thing she did right was she constantly prayed for me.
Every night when I would come home I would see this big woman 6"3 300 lbs. on her knees on the side of her bed. Though I never actually heard her call out my name, I just know that she was praying for me. For several years I refused to surrender to the Lord. Until one day I was in a car accident that could have taken my life. The very next day, Sunday I surrendered my life to Christ. I know it was only by the Grace of God and the prayers of my Big Mama that I am a child of God today.
What did my Big Mama do right? She kept praying for me!
Tony Rhone
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