A Grandmother’s Love

I think it’s impossible to truly understand how much you can love a child until you have one of your own. I imagine the same is true of love for a grandchild.

If my grandmother’s love for me was any indication, it is a deep love, an encouraging love, a sacrificial love, a thoughtful love, and a joyful love.

It is a love I’ve known well, and one that I am missing today.

It feels as if we had to say goodbye much too soon, as the Lord called her home last week. Yet I am filled with hope that it is not a forever goodbye.

Until the day we are united again, I will always remember my grandmother’s love.

In hope,

About Shelli Bourque

An ordinary girl living by the grace of life in Christ. Adoring wife and mom. Lover of quiet places and uncluttered spaces. Beauty seeker and image maker.