Rumination on Paths Already Tread
It was six years ago to the day that I am writing this, that my grandma called me out of the blue. Much like today, the sun was out and spring was in full swing. If memory serves me correctly though, it was much colder. Although the sun took most of the nip away, it was chilly on the porch as I answered her call. When the phone rang, I had been sitting close to a couple of space heaters while breaking for lunch, so had stepped out to the most likely place that the signal would remain consistent. Of what was said, many of the specifics having faded with time, all I can remember with much surety is that she wanted to know how my wife and I's then two month old son was. He was fine, very healthy in fact, but she had made a point to pray for him and his health. To this day the physical healthiness that he exhibits still strikes me as an answered prayer, so sincere was her concern. It was not unusual for me to talk to her on the phone, as we had done such every week for years.