One century. 100 years. October 3, 1914 a most incredible soul was brought into the world. I have the privilege of calling her "Grandma". She has spoken truth into my life, modeled Christ for my eyes, prayed for my soul and loved both me and my family. She has been a gentle kind of strength, and we are celebrating 100 years of her today!
I hold proof in my heart that a singer's voice need not be polished and perfectly tuned to sing the sweetest sounds you've ever heard. My most treasured memory of my Grandma Jeffries was sitting on her lap while she rocked me in her chair and sang "Jesus Loves Me". Her 70 year old vocal chords were worn, but her "grandma voice" was a lovely one that swept its way into my little heart. I can still hear echoes of its sound, though it was many years ago. It is one of those perfectly preserved memories that you can recall with clarity and jump back into as if it was only moments ago. I'm still a young girl cuddled in those loving arms, listening to those simple words of a tender tune without a care in the world.
September 21st our family and some friends that still live in Manitoba gathered together to celebrate with her a beautiful life and legacy. My favorite moment of the day was when my husband prayed with and for her. Her eyes lit up; she had the biggest smile on her face and even clapped her hands together with joy as he finished. Oh, how she loves her Jesus.
While it was a wonderful time together, it also had its heartbreaking moments. Her mind is now rampaged by Alzheimer's. It is difficult to watch as I know many of you will have also experienced with someone you love. We were mostly strangers gathered around her, and her eyes, now blind, would not have recognized us had she been able to see. At her 100th birthday party she asked me, with longing in her tone, if her Mom was coming too. A part of me wanted to chuckle, but mostly I wanted to cry at what this world has stolen away.
Prayers on her lips, love in her heart, and a heavenly home on her mind. My heart swells with love for her, and I ache alongside her for the day she will meet her Savior and be renewed. She will be the one joining the party with her Mom! But for now, today, we celebrate the years He has given her here and the time we have had to know and love this precious soul.