Charleston: Watched Over
“They are watching over you, the ones who have gone before, the ones who know you best, the spirits of a love that never dies, your ancestors of hope and courage, those bright souls who shaped your life and gave you life and showed you what life really was.”—Bishop Steven Charleston Daily Facebook Page.
with my grandmothers
I know I am watched over by loved ones who have died. I do not doubt it. There are times when I can do things I know I could never do alone without being helped and cared for by others.
My grandfather was the most significant person who taught me about unconditional love in my growing-up years. When he died, I was devastated. I wanted to do something to honor him. I knew he did not like my smoking. I had tried to quit many times without success.
Quitting smoking for me was a spiritual experience. I have not had a cigarette since December 7, 1979, the day of my grandfather’s funeral. I have written a book about how my grandfather loved me while he lived and saved my life after he died—Letters from my Grandfather, A History of Two Decades of Unconditional Love.
One New Year’s Eve, I walked the labyrinth that evening at Christ Church. It was a cool evening, and I wore a long black shawl with fringes like the ones you sometimes see over pianos. Suddenly, during the walk, I felt the presence of my grandmothers holding and surrounding me like the shawl around my shoulders. I experienced that love that never dies.
This weekend, I dreamed of receiving a letter from my former spiritual director, Peggy Hayes. I knew it was from her because of the address and writing, but I woke up before reading the handwritten message in the short, folded-up letter. My prayers have been asking what was in the letter. I plan to ask my dream group about it this morning.
Joanna https://www.joannaseibert.com/
