This morning as I was getting myself ready for work, my mind wandered to a conversation I had yesterday with a co-worker. We both were raised in large, Christian homes, both our fathers studied to be pastors, and neither of us felt the pressure of being Saved. We talked and talked about growing up, similar thoughts and feelings about our relationship with God in comparison to those who did not have the same upbringing. And I shared my "Back Row Baptist" grandparents.
Oh how I miss them, and still really doesn't feel as if they are gone, just out of touch. They were a huge influence in my life, because they loved so much! God loves beyond what we could ever imagine, and my grandparents love God so much, that it poured out onto those around them.
