I don’t remember when I started dreaming about being a Nanny.
I think it was when I was eight years old having tea with my
Nanny. She was my best friend. Whenever we were together it was magic. We had secrets. We laughed till we cried. She always had my
favourite food in her cupboard and if it wasn’t there, she went out and got
it. She was there when I gave my life to
Jesus. She was right beside me when I
was filled with the Holy Spirit. She
prayed for me from the time I was born, till the moment she died.
Being a pastor’s kid we moved a lot.
I lived in six different towns and went to eight schools, so Nanny’s
house was my constant. 1054 Florence
Street was the one place on earth that never changed.
If I was to put how I feel about my Nanny in one sentence, it would be ‘that
she loved me no matter what’. I always
felt special. I always knew she
was proud of me. I always knew that
if I needed her, she would stop whatever it was she was doing, and do whatever
she could to help.
Nanny
showed me what Gods love looks like.
In September I’m going to get to do the same thing. I’ve fallen head over heels in love with my
grandbaby and we haven’t even met. I can’t
wait for him or her to meet Jesus. I can’t
wait to tell them stories of God’s faithfulness. I can’t wait to be their burden bearer and
biggest cheerleader.
So to all my sisters in the ‘Nanny
Club’ God has entrusted us with a gift.
Our love and
availability will point them to Jesus.
So keep
doing what you’re doing…
September….here I
come!
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