Grandma’s Rosary

On Saturday nights, I remember sleepovers at grandma and grandpa’s house. The thought always brings happy memories of love, laughter, food and grandma’s faith.   Grandpa would be sitting in his recliner, catty-cornered to the very large piece of furniture called the television, tinkering with the clock that continued to stop ticking. Grandma would be busy in the kitchen creating another yummy Italian meal for us. My mouth starts to salivate just thinking about it.  The sweet aroma of tomatoes and basil simmering, pasta bubbling and fresh Italian bread on the table set beautifully for grandpa and me ~ grandma’s love shown through the simple efforts of life.

After dinner, we would watch Wheel of Fortune or play cards. Grandpa would have to give up Grandma for the night because she would sleep in the living room with me on the pullout couch. I can’t remember why. I don’t remember being scared, but maybe I was. Or it was just grandma making sure I felt safe, warm and not alone without me having to ask.

As I lay there next to grandma, I would hear her whisper something over and over again. I could barely understand what she was saying, so one night I asked what she was doing? She quietly explained her rosary prayers and said one of them out to me. She asked me to try to say it with her. I tried a few times clumsily. She smiled then turned over continuing on. As I listened, I could see her left arm draped along her side with her finger and thumb moving from one rosary bead to the next as she prayed. Not a night would go by without every prayer spoken. It was my lullaby to sleep; her prayers became my prayers to a God I did not know quite yet.

This simple, faithful act drew my heart to God. It was an act of love, worship and reverence that inspired me to believe in someone bigger than myself. Little did Grandma know the impact she had.

So much of what we say is lost on the ears that hear them, but it is what we do for others that is so powerful. Actions breathe words we cannot speak and allows the expression of our hearts to be revealed. Caring for encourages and inspires. It is love all wrapped up in a short sassy grandma who was an extension of God’s love guiding me step by step from who I was yesterday, to who I am today and who I will become tomorrow.

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