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Topic: Paths (05/17/04)
TITLE: The Beautiful Path To Nanny's Church
By Theresa Knight
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Some of my earliest memories are those going to church with my grandmother. She was a very devout Christian, and started taking me to church as an infant.
Nanny, as my brother and I called her, lived in the country with my Aunt and Uncle. My family and I would visit about twice a month. We would travel sixty miles, and naturally the trip seemed to take forever.
Many Sundays, Nanny and I would walk about a half-mile to the little white country church. We would first go across the street to see Granny, my great-grandmother. I would thoroughly enjoy her homemade biscuits and strawberry preserves while she would comment on how tall and grown I was getting.
Granny owned several acres of land, which had a path to the little white country church. Along both sides of this path were roses, gardenias, pecan trees, and various types of scrubs. I remember how beautiful and good the flowers smelled. Seeing different birds flying to the limbs of the trees, and squirrels scurrying up the pecan trees would make me smile and sometimes laugh.
At the end of the path, Nanny and I could see the people chatting and going into the church. I would usually run and catch up with some of the children who I knew and were about my age. Being eager for the service to start with a song, I was always ready to sing. That was my favorite part of the service.
Now, being grandparent age, I think back on this childhood memory. I realize that Nanny was also leading me down the paths to accepting Christ and becoming a Christian. For that, I am most thankful in my heart and soul.