For the past two weeks I've been in Belton, TX at my grandparent's house. It has been at least two years since I've been here to see them. And the moment I walked in the door, familiar smells and memories from my childhood flooded in.
It was after I took my suitcase to the backroom and found my seat in the family room when it hit me... This place was home. This place was where my spiritual roots came from, as I could always hear Brother Branham playing somewhere in the background, or my grandpa praying in his office, or my grandma singing Beaulah land as she did the dishes. It's also a place where, even if the people changed, the house and memories never did.
Tonight is our last night here and I can't help but wish I could stay longer. I had a pretty hard time being away from my church and good friends back home, but my heart breaks knowing I have to leave my wonderful grandparents in the morning.
I thank the Lord so much for the two people He gave me as grandparents. Truly they are wariors of the gospel and I can't wait for the day we cross into eternity so we never have to say goodbye. I'm thankful for my time here and I will cherish sitting with my grandpa every day at two o'clock to watch westerns and laying at the foot of my grandma's bed while she watched the news. I love you both very much.
