inspired to rest: gramp’s legacy

Today would have been Gramp’s 90th birthday. Tonight, with a Starbuck’s tall latte in hand, I pondered what I most missed. And I had an a-ha.

Gramp never rushed.

My clearest memories of him involve activities that displayed his at-ease-ness: gardening, long roadtrips, playing backgammon with me, drying dishes at the sink, playing a duet with me on their organ.

How did I never stop to realize that about him? Maybe it’s because I don’t often stop. Or even take my foot off the pedal to coast.

Oh, Gramp, thanks for the gift you gave me, today, on your birthday. A reverse gift of sorts. Thanks for modeling an unhurried life.

As a believer, Jesus is my rest. Yet how often I spiritually speed in the passing lane through my day. Much of it stems from acting like the world holds its breath until I can save the day. Yuck.

It’s not all up to me. I will say it again.

It’s not all up to me. I’m beginning to believe it.

It’s not all up to me. Thank you, God, it’s not.


Thanks, Gramp.


3 Responses to inspired to rest: gramp’s legacy

  1. Chad says:

    Good ah-ha there Angie, I hadn’t made that realization…

  2. Jim says:

    Great lesson, it’s one we all could learn from.

  3. Lindsay says:

    Thanks! That picture and story combined are a bit of a tear-jerker. I have been thinking about this a lot the last few days myself!

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