I love Fall. The cool crisp mornings, the falling leaves, harvest time in Illinois…brrr. This morning I’m wrapped up in a shawl I made for my Great Grandmother. She passed away and the shawl came back to me. I love it, as did she. Its warm. It reminds me of her. I can still see the smile on her face when she unwrapped it. I miss her so much. She was wise in her years. A beautiful strong Christian woman.
I’m embarrassed. I remember being a wild child, a rebellious and disrespectful teenager. I mocked her wisdom and direction when she tried to speak into my life. And now I would give anything for her insight, her encouragement, her wisdom.
I’m almost 40 years old now and I’m eager to learn the ways of the Lord. I crave that wisdom my great grandmother had. The word wisdom appears in the Bible more than 200 times. 200!
This morning while I’m snuggled up in my grandmother’s shawl I’m going to continue to dig deeper into God’s Word where wisdom can be found, faith can be restored, and real relationship with my Father happens. I want to be wise like my grandma when I’m 80 and pray my kids (and great grandkids, gulp) will not be like I once was.
If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.