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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: In The Kitchen - deadline 7-19-12 @ 9:59 AM NY Time (07/12/12)

TITLE: The Return Trip
By Marilyn K. Smith


My grandmamma was a traveling lady. She was born when horses and buggies were in style and toward the end of her life; she even got to ride on an airplane! Anytime anyone said, “Do you want to go….?” She would answer their question by climbing on board.
She more frequently traveled by bus and mailman. Mailman? Yes, she would wait for the mailman to come by just after daylight, and ride with him on his route to the homes of her family who lived in a small town about thirty miles away. Other times she would visit relatives who lived further away. In my mind on those trips she would be gone a long time. It would make me sad and a little jealous. I knew she would not be home after school and I could not tell her about my day. She would not be there to give me a hug or wipe my tears away. I think she always knew how I was feeling.

On the night before she would leave the next morning , we would have what we called our “midnight suppers.” She would come to get me out of my bed to come to her small kitchen, adjacent to her tiny bedroom (We would tiptoe around as I was supposed to be in bed asleep!). She would cook grits with wieners in them and fix what she called “Pepsicola Tea,”-- mixture of iced tea with Pepsi added. It was as if I was going to a café in some, far-a-way country (I had a fanciful imagination). I would get myself settled at her kitchen table for the “feast.” That time with her was so special to me, even though I knew it meant she would be leaving in a few hours. I would have loved to have sat in that kitchen with her forever! Then we would sit on our front porch, her packed suitcase beside us until the mailman came. She would climb into his little mail cart and away they would go. She would wave good-by but I often stayed on the porch for a little while after they drove away… sad, but thinking about our time together in her kitchen. I knew she would return but I already missed her!

Perhaps what I felt when my grandmama would leave on her trips was how the disciples felt when Jesus told them that he was leaving. They had to be sad, anxious or even a little jealous. After all, someone who had been very close to them was going away. They had shared meals together, as well, and spoke of eternal things, bonded in love and brotherhood. They did not understand yet about the Holy Spirit coming and the very real fact that Jesus would return.

As a child I did not understand about my grandmama’s trips either. I did not understand how she would choose to visit others instead of staying with me. My heart ached while she was gone but I would always remind myself that she always returned and we always had a great reunion. She would bring me small gifts and give me a grand rendition of all her adventures (I got my imagination from her).

One summer day my grandmama did not return. She died on one of her trips far away and I was brokenhearted. Many years later I stood in her little kitchen, now empty of all that was hers. I thought of our suppers there and of how I loved her. I thought of the trip to Heaven she had taken many years ago and what an adventure it must have been. I can’t wait to hear her talk about her trip…not by plane, bus, or mailman, but by her faith and trust in Jesus. The kitchen would never again smell of her cooking nor would her table hold comforting bowls of warm food. Instead I am comforted now by the assurance that someday I will eat with her at the Lord’s Table.

When Jesus returns all of the faithful will have a great reunion and He will bring all his children great gifts of eternal substance! He will tell us about His work in the heavenlies and how He has been preparing for us to join Him all the while He was gone. We will never feel the pain of loneliness again. We will sit around the Lord’s Table and never ever have to think of leaving in the morning.

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C D Swanson 07/20/12
This was such a poignant story, oh my goodness. I felt your pain about losing your grandmother, and I loved the ending bringing it all together. One day we will all sit with Jesus, and the loved ones who have gone before us.

Thank you for this beautiful story from your heart...that came into my heart.

God Bless~
Barbara Lynn Culler07/23/12
You were blessed to have a grandma in your life as you grew up- great memory! Thanks for sharing.
Mildred Sheldon07/24/12
You were so blessed to have such a loving grandma. Such sweet loving memories of one very special lady. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing and God bless.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 07/25/12
This is a lovely devotion. You did a great job of describing a real experience and then relating it to something in the Bible. Many people can associate with someone who has lost a loved one.

The tiny red ink I have is you used further instead of farther (think of distance that can be measured as far and that will help to remind you to use farther)

I think if you added a scripture reading and a prayer you would have the framework of an outstanding devotion that many can appreciate. Nice job.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 07/26/12
Congratulations for placing 6th in level two!