In November last year I ceased being able to say, "Both sets of my grandparents are still alive and well." My grandad, Moses Pilime, went to be with the Lord leaving behind my grandma and my 4 orphaned cousins to fend for themselves. And then on Thursday the Lord called my grandma home. In a sense it was kind of releasing because she missed my grandad like none other.
My grandparents had never spent a day apart in their 57 years of marriage and they were thoroughly in love with each and with Jesus. When I think about my childhood I always remember many sunday afternoons spent with "gogo and khulu"as we affectionately called them. Sunday afternoons were a family gathering time and I enjoyed playing with my cousins but I'd often help with my grandma kill chickens and then pluck them and prepare them for a meal... irreplaceable memories! They had a huge plot of land behind their house where they grew several different crops and kept chickens. One of my favourite things to do was get eggs from the chicken coop in the morning and have them for breakfast! They had a huge mulberry tree as well and my cousins and I would often spend hours just picking mulberries off it and stuffing our faces till we felt sick! Many of my most pleasant memories happened at their home. In the evening after a long day of playing and enjoying my gogo's cooking we would all sit in the living room and have a time of singing and prayer. Khulu would also tell us stories of when he was a missionary to some unreached parts in the southern part of Zimbabwe and the amazing things that he saw the Lord do. His stories would often awake a desire in me to do that sort of thing because it sounded so adventerous and I love adventure. When him and gogo finally settled in Plumtree and started a family, he was a headteacher and preacher and gogo was a teacher at the same school. They eventually moved to Bulawayo later in life when most of their 9 children were fully grown.
They were such an example to me of what a godly man and woman do in everyday life. They would have been considered poor but in reality they were so rich; rich in Jesus. There was always an abundance of love and joy and peace in their home and as a kid you sense things like that alot. It was a safe place for me. They were humble and khulu would never take credit for anything instead he would always say, "Bantwabami, uNkulunkulu muhle." which means "my children God is good/beautiful". They were so hospitable and they had such a heart for people. I miss them both dearly but I know that to die is gain because now they are in the best place there is... the presence of the Lord.
And even though it hurts to think that they're gone, death has lost its sting because Jesus conquered the grave!
Grandparents are a blessing from the Lord and I was so blessed to grow up with both sets of my grandparents. They taught me so much and I always valued their wisdom. They left us a legacy - a legacy of love.
Please pray for my dad as he heads over to Zimbabwe tomorrow for the funeral and to sort things out. Pray for his health while he's out there as well because there is cholera oubreak there. Pray for wisdom on his part to know what to do with my orphaned cousins. And for all round provision as well. And please pray for my cousins who aren't Believers that our grandparents' lives would speak volumes to them and that they would repent and turn to Jesus.
I'm home for the next week just to help my mom around the house and with my little brother while my dad's away so please pray that the Lord would just strengthen me to serve and to do it all gladly. And may we all just know Jesus so much more through this and grow to love Him more.
