Senti-MENTAL bumpkin!

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My grandma taught me a lot of things, but having been raised as a "farm girl" or "country bumpkin" there was the odd occassion where I would find myself tearing up over something really touching or "spa-cial" and hearing the words spoken across the room of "the word senti-mental is pretty darn close to semi-mental don't you think?"

She was a funny and inspiring woman. We would have celebrated her 76th birthday on the first of the month - it's kind of hard to believe that the last birthday we were able to celebrate was 70. It seems as though she only left us a year ago.

In the madness of unpacking and trying to have the place "liveable" before I start classes next week, I came across one of the boxes that I kept in my hope chest full of old cards and letters I had received. And, as I started to sort through them, there was one in particular that I longed to find. After opening and closing just about every card in the old shoebox, with only a few remaining to be re-cherished, I found it.

It was a rather plain card and didn't have any special poetry on the outside or anything. There was a picture of a flower garden and the green, sparkled words that read: "Happy Birthday". It stopped there, there was no "grandaughter" or anything like that... my grandma was very simple and reserved.

On the inside of the card, there it was. Written in her now-cancer ridden chicken scratch, the message I will always remember fondly when I remember her. And so, although not in handwritting, I would like to share the message that she shared with me:

Believe in yourself - in the power and strength you have to control your own life, day by day.
Believe in the strength and wisdom that you have deep inside, and your faith will help show you the way.
Believe in tomorrow and what it will bring, let a hopeful heart carry you through.
For things will work out, if you trust and believe - my darling, there's no limit to what you can do.

So there you have it... the no limit rule. The birthday present that accompanied the card was a beautifully knit blue afghan. It had all the shades of blue you could ever imagine... all the pastels, endless skies, and deepest oceans are tied up with her love in a blanket.

I was telling New Roomate that she was welcome to use it on those absolutely crummy days when it feels like there could never be another day with sunshine, as long as she never washes it.

It may sound outrageous, but it's not like a pair of gym shoes or sweaty t-shirt, it is my grandma. And, on those really crummy days, if you wrap yourself in it's wool, you can still smell the perfume she wore her entire life. You can cuddle yourself in it's embrace and feel her hugging you from above. On nights where you long for a sense of home or belonging, she is there.

It's kind of like God, except that God doesn't need a blanket to embrace us. I had a rather interesting experience this morning, where a priestly type somehow wrote the sermon on the wrong readings. Instead of just skipping over the sermon, this priest (I'm sure) simply opened themselves to channel God's love and grace. The prayer before the liturgy started was about asking God to be with us, in what we said and did, as we lead the worship.

The only reason that I put full faith in the Holy Spirit is because this priest had no idea what was going through my head - I haven't blogged on it, and surely have not said anything to them. But there it was... half way through their sermon, while their back was facing me, God reached out - put His loving arms around me and picked me up. It was weird - it was like time stopped. Because there I was, being caressed in God's arms - the priest had seemingly stopped talking and it was as though no one else was in the church.

Anyway, perhaps the title "senti-mental bumpkin" is not all that far off because I can't even describe what it was like today without getting the goose-bimples and teary. How immature my faith is - there is O soooo much to learn before I will know how to fly.