Last night at church, the ladies were meeting in the prayer room, sharing our hearts and a sweet, older lady asked that we remember her family. She said that she would love it if we would pray for her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. She told us that her grandchildren and great grandchildren totaled 63. What! What an awesome legacy! And I'm sure that each one of them feel so proud to call her Grandma.
I can remember a time when families were large, and the number of cousins was even larger. What a time that was. Meeting at Grandma's house, eating piles of food, listening to aunts and uncles talk and laugh, and the funnest of all was playing in Papa's barn.
It's sad that today many children won't have that memory. They won't know the connection to lots of cousins who are our very best friends from the start, the chaos of running around Grandma's house, and the excitement of sleepovers, picnics, and dinners.
I've recently reconnected with some of my cousins after decades of being out of touch and nothing's changed! Yea, we're older, a little more wrinkled, heavier, slower, but our hearts are the same, our memories are the same, our love is the same.
I have memories of climbing trees, running through the woods and fields, having burial services for animals, putting on plays, sleeping under Grandma's quilts, giggling because our toes were crunched up under the weight, playing in the barn loft day after day, pretend church services with lots of preaching and singing, being chased by cows, and all of it was with my cousins.
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