May 11, 2002 was just two weeks before my high school graduation. It was a Saturday, the day before Mother’s Day. Less than two months prior to this day, my father’s dad had passed away due to a short battle with cancer. The weekend prior to this day, my brother had asked me to go visit my grandmother with him. I had not seen her since my grandfather’s funeral because she lived several hours away in another state. I had a lot going on with school ending and preparing for a Mother’s Day program, but my parents allowed me to go.
As I entered her door, my Grandma Frost handed me my grandfather’s Bible that he had used for preaching. She said, “you’re going to be our preacher girl so I want you to have this.” I tried telling her no for her to keep it a little longer but she insisted on me having it. (Side note- My grandmother was also a minister.)
Let us go back to the day of May 11th. My grandmother was to be on her way to our house to spend several weeks with us. The plan was for her to see my uncle. Then come stay with us. I had a purity conference that morning, and that evening we were having a ceremony where my parents would give me a purity ring. Then, Grandma would be there the next day to celebrate Mother’s Day. She and my dad were to do some traveling together. Then they would be back for my graduation and other celebrations.
May 11th changed all of the above…. That morning I went to the purity celebration. I was super excited for the evening’s events and to see my grandma. As I came home to get ready for the service, I realized my grandmother’s vehicle wasn’t at the house yet. I walked inside and my parents set me on the couch to tell me she had been in a wreck. She had passed away immediately. So many emotions began to go through my mind.
From that day forward, our lives were forever changed. The next day we decided to not go to church especially since it was Mother’s Day. (I don’t even know who did my part in the program at church.) My dad was the pastor and I have no idea who even ended up taking charge of the service. I know we had some awesome people in our church to keep things going.
I did receive my ring, but not like I had planned. I did graduate High school and had a celebration, but not in the way I had planned. I didn’t even finish my last week at school with my peers. We were back at my grandparents’ home making funeral arrangements (yet again within 2 months).
Life doesn’t always go as planned. Do we still make plans not knowing the future? Yes. What if the future looks dark? Yes. How can we have hope even in the darkest of times? My hope is in Christ alone. There is no way I would have been able to go through that time in my life had it not been for Christ being my strength. I continue to need Him daily. I also know that both of my grandparents had a relationship with Jesus Christ and so do I. Therefore, I will see them again in Heaven.
It has been 12 years to this day that I am writing this post. I still ache so much over the loss of my grandparents. You see, they were my best friends. They knew most everything about me. I believe they knew my future and what God had planned for me. God allowed me to make a trip to see my grandmother for her to pass the “mantle” of ministry on to me. When I have doubted my calling, I try to go back to that instance (along with a few others) where God used my Grandma Frost to speak into my life. I pray as she passed the mantle to me that I continue on her legacy. I pray I pass it down to the generations after me.
New International Version (NIV)
4 Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one.[a] 5 Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. 6 These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. 7 Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. 8 Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. 9 Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.