A grandson will bless you with hugs when he visits, but he takes a piece of your heart when he leaves.
“What do you think she is doing up so early?”
“I don’t know, but I heard her say that it’s Cole’s first day of school.”
“Who is Cole?”
“Her grandson, you dimwit. You hear her talk about him all the time.”
“You don’t gotta be rude! I forgot. It’s not like she has one grandkid. She has thirteen of them!”
“Why did she get up early for this day? Cole lives is in Oklahoma, right? It’s not like she can drive over to his house and take him to school.”
“Well, people are strange. I think she is going to travel to Oklahoma in spirit.”
“What is spirit travel?”
“From what I’ve heard her say, I think it’s when her body is in one place, but her heart and mind are in another place.”
“Wow! Is it like flying?”
“Sort of, but only her spirit of love flies, the body…
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Made me cry.
How incredible is that to hear that from your twelve-year-old grandson?
Then, he was reading me different parts of the book that he loved.
I am so blessed to have my family. Four kids, fifteen grand-kids and five great-grand-kids.
My grandson, Cole, last summer.
Dear Trey, I don’t know if you believe me, but this is all true. Don’t waste this second chance at life that He has given you, love Grammy Jeanne
Friday evening after supper I began to grow very restless and I paced around the house.
My sister asked me what was wrong because it was her house I was pacing and I told her I was worried about one of my grandkids, that I had a really bad feeling that I was going to lose one soon.
She and I talked for a few minutes and then I said, “I’m not gonna lose a grandchild.”
I went outside and I raised my hands to the gray sky and I prayed that God would cover all my grandchildren with my angels. (Yes, I have angels watching over me and the more I send out, the more I receive.)
The next morning, Saturday morning, I was reading my angel cards and I took a picture of the layout so I would remember which cards I had pulled…in one picture there was an unexplainable patch of white with a red spot sitting beside my cards in the picture. But the patch of white and the red spot didn’t exist on the table, only in the picture.
My sister Sue looked at it and said that’s an angel. When I turned it to view it the way I had taken it, it was an angel with pink wings and a big red blood spot in the middle of her face…
So, then I don’t think too much of it till Saturday night when I get the call from my daughter, telling me that my 17-year-old grandson Trey had been shot in the face.
He had suffered a lot of damage to his lower jaw, but he was alive and the prognosis was good.
I knew then…my angels had indeed covered him, kept him alive, kept him from severe brain damage and I knew that one special angel had shown me on Saturday morning that she had him covered with the blood of Jesus.
Thank you God and thank you angels. Amen