Granny comes home from the hospital today and not a moment too soon. I was having an amazing Sunday yesterday, especially having gone to one of the best church services I’ve ever been to. I heard a word I knew was for me and I just FELT God move. I called Granny’s room as soon as I was out of church, and she was asleep, so I couldn’t talk to her. I was trying not to be sad about it, but we ALWAYS have the best conversations on Sundays. Growing up, after church we would always go to Granny’s house for dinner. And even though most of the family was always there, I still got some substantial me and Granny time. Sunday afternoons are just OUR thing. When I came to Howard, I’d call Sunday afternoon and we’d have our time and talk. So this Sunday, being in such good spirits when I realized it made two Sundays I couldn’t talk to her I just got soooo sad. sigh

I prayed about it and felt better. I sat and thought about a conversation we had had a few months ago that was directly related to a part the sermon yesterday. It was all about being equally yolked with your partner. Now, Granny and my Granddaddy Reco have been married for 63 (SIXTY THREE!) years now, and whenever anybody asks her how they’ve made it so long, she always answers “Cause we’ve always loved each other and we’ve always prayed together.” And she’s taught us the importance of growing and living life with a man that gives you as much SPIRITUALLY as he does mentally, physically, and emotionally. One of the first conversations we had after my breakup (in which she was doing most of the talking cause I was basically still in that all I can do is cry stage) she asked me a question that I hadn’t thought of. I told her he had said he didn’t have faith that we would make it. She said to me, “Well Baby, did y’all pray together? Did y’all go to church together? Did y’all worship together?” And admittedly, the answer was no. And she asked me how did I expect him to exercise faith in us if we didn’t exercise faith in what brought us together. I told her I prayed for him and for us every single day, fervently. And she said that’s not something you can do by yourself and expect it to work. She said it was NEVER going to work as long as I was praying only FOR him and not WITH him. I just stopped crying and sat and meditated on that. You have to touch and agree with your partner that the relationship will grow and flourish through all the tough times. Because there WILL be tough times. Otherwise, you will never make it. I believe that now, and I won’t lose sight of it again. I’ll have to remember to see what other gems Granny has to add to that epiphany once I can talk to her again!