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- Dawn
- Feb 4
- 2 min read
This morning I spent some time at my grandmothers house. At 92 years old, she still lives by herself, and although she is getting forgetful and confused sometimes, I’d say she’s doing pretty well for over 9 decades of life.
She has a cold right now and I took her a humidifier, hoping it would help. I sat with her as she ate her breakfast. A piece of wheat toast with grape jelly, a small glass of orange juice and instant coffee with some 2% milk. I opened The Upper Room devotion for the day, She reads it after breakfast, but this morning I read it to her instead.

A simple life.
A repetitious life.
An average life.
Do you ever find yourself feeling like an average, repetitious, simple kind of life just doesn’t measure up, or isn’t good enough, or isn’t making a difference?
The life my grandmother has lived, shaped the life my mother lived, shaped the life I am currently living and will shape the life of my daughter.
There’s a deep weaving, flowing through time and generations.
There is a thread that binds us together.
We add other colors or types of fabric, different lengths, different styles, all pieces of other generations of women that add to the character and texture of the tapestry being woven over time.
Lifelong friendships, cousins, teachers, mentors, teammates, neighbors, those we meet for just a season or a moment, grandmothers, aunts, mothers-in-law, older, younger, quiet and reserved, loud and vivacious, wallflower, center of attention, on and on and on.
Each one allowing that power and grit and love and light and softness and toughness quietly flow where it may.
There is no pattern to follow for this. The tapestry grows and grows organically and unexpectedly.
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The life we live, however simple, or repetitious or average is a necessary part of the masterpiece.
Never feel as though your life doesn’t make a difference of doesn’t measure up. You dear sister, add a part that matters, that adds something no one but you can.
It all matters.
It does.
Love to you all,
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