This week's Carnival of Beauty is being hosted by Allison over at Autumn Rain with the theme: The Beauty of Rainy Days. How appropriate! I visited Allison's blog this morning for the first time and found verses and quotes all about rain! Isn't it interesting how bloggers are all so different with their own unique focus? I'm amazed at how creative some folks can be! Here's the link for the list of bloggers who submitted posts this week. Check them out!
Actually the Carnival slipped up on me this week; after I blogged yesterday about the rainy Monday we had shopping and left a comment on Susan's blog about how rainy days and Mondays always pick me up (if I'm inside!), I never had a clue today was a rainy themed Carnival day! So, here's a rainy day story I've been meaning to write about...
Everyone called her "Grandma," even though her name was Louise. She was 85-ish when I first became acquainted with her, and we always shook hands during the greeting part of the church service because she sat in the same place right in front of me every week.
For a few months the Lord kept prompting me to ask her during one of those hand-shaking times if I could come visit her one day. I'd end up never mentioning it, and the moment would pass. Then one Sunday I finally asked if I could drop by her house one day, and oh, she was ecstatic! That wrinkled old face broke out into such a smile, you wouldn't believe it. I thought what a simple thing it was to make an old person happy.
She turned back around and whispered, "Do you like tea?" Well, it wasn't my favorite drink, but I said that would be fine. She gave me another smile and said, "You come visit, and we'll talk and have tea."
Later that same morning she asked, "Do you happen to like Scrabble?" I replied, "Why, that's my favorite game. I love Scrabble!" She said, "You come visit, we'll talk and have tea, and play Scrabble!"
And that's what we did...week after week, month after month. Fridays were the days I'd travel the thirty or so miles to her little house that was jammed packed with books. She loved to read, and I guess that's how she knew so many Scrabble words; she was a feisty surprise to me!
Rainy Fridays were the best. I'd knock on her door and head straight back to the kitchen table where she'd have her deluxe game board and tiles all ready. One of us would make the popcorn, and the other would fix the ice in glasses. We were a team...except when we were playing. And then we were fierce competitors. After one game, we'd play another. After that one, we'd play yet another. I had never played more than one game of Scrabble in one sitting until I met Grandma. I think she wanted to keep me there as long as she could.
Sheltered inside her warm, cozy kitchen with the lights blazing and the rain splattering on the window panes, I enjoyed watching her have fun. She was an encouragement to me, and I valued her walk with the Lord and considered her a real prayer warrior as we shared prayer requests. She went to be with the Lord five years ago last month, and needless to say, there was a big void on those game afternoons I so enjoyed.
I still remember Grandma at the door each visit sadly bidding me good-bye and calling out, "Come again another day?"