In the latter years of my grandmother’s life before becoming ill with cancer, which eventually was the cause of her death, she and Gramp lived in a modest home with ample property for berry bushes of all kinds, grape vines that lined the driveway, fruit trees in a side yard which we grandkids loved to climb, her small chicken coop and behind the house her vegetable garden. Though her long years rearing 11 children were behind her by the time they settled into the house in Otter Lake, preparing endless meals and “putting up jams and jellies” could have been replaced with other more tireless things to fill her days, she chose to continue one of the things she did best–keep filling her pantry with good food.
Her love of family was shown through her cooking, baking, a cookie jar that was never empty, baked goods on the washer and dryer that were tucked into one corner of her kitchen. A root cellar allowed her to keep canning and preserving the beautiful vegetables she grew in her personal garden. A variety of flowers were always in bloom when we visited on warm Sunday afternoons.
We never saw the hours she spent doing all the cooking of big meals or the baking during the week to fill bellies every Sunday. How she did it all amazes me now, for as a little child the thought of her laboring over a hot stove never crossed my mind. I just knew in my heart of hearts that my grandma was invincible. Oh, I didn’t ignore how her hair was always twisted in a bun, wisps of hair falling over her forehead, gray streaks here and there. Behind her thick glasses were eyes that twinkled with just the right amount of naughtiness found in telling a good clean story. Her bib aprons were her signature style, worn to protect her housedress. Grandmas in the 50s and 60s didn’t wear pants. Along with her apron–used to wipe floury hands–was her constant smile. Even in her 60s by now, she seemed to have endless amounts of energy loving and caring for her very large family.
The only weakness in grandma that was apparent to anyone at first glance was her eyesight. Cataracts clouded her vision, thus the thick glasses. Not one to be kept from enjoying being outside picking all those berries, feeding chickens, and tending her garden, she made being outside part of her daily routine. Gramp became concerned about her stability as she walked on uneven ground so he brought home a little brown pup they named Brownie. Animals were always utilitarian to Gramp during their farming years. They served a purpose whether it was cows for daily milk, chickens for eggs and meat…you get the drift. If and when a dog was added into the mix it had to have purpose, and Brownie coming to live with them found that out whether he knew it or not. His job was to walk beside Grandma and be “her eyes and ears”, to gently nudge her if he sensed any danger or the possibility of tripping on her feet. I have no recollection or proof of any training he received to fit his role, but by golly he took his job seriously and Grandma grew to love that little brown dog.
As I remember those last years for Grandma, Gramp helping to meet a need with bringing Brownie home, I’m drawn to how we can find Brownie’s qualities and servant heart in God. How often do we read in scripture that He is our gentle shepherd, guiding and protecting us as we walk through life, gently nudging wandering bodies from stepping off path’s safety. In the spiritual sense He sees the dangers that are hiding from us in dark places. He hears secret plans meant to destroy His kids, and has the ability to thwart weapons formed against us to bring harm.
Reminiscing about my Grandma’s daily activities also drew me to think about the sovereignty of God, a fancy word we use in the church. Simply put, this word means that He has power, wisdom, authority to do anything He chooses within His creation. Another way to think about it is realizing that nothing escapes God’s eyes or ears. He sees and hears everything. Based on the plan and purpose for our lives, He may nudge with a gentle correction or allow continued choices and decisions until He intervenes or we surrender our selfish behaviors.
I love the memory of having a grandpa who loved my grandma deeply enough to bring home a lil brown pup to help her live life to her fullest though she had minor setbacks with eyesight and a tired body at times. Compare Gramp’s small gesture to the abundance of what God will do for us and there’s really no way to connect the two, yet I find these seemingly small insignificant examples offer greater lessons and insight into God for our finding.
God offers abundance. Love. Protection. Wisdom. Provision. Salvation. Much more. He doesn’t force anything on us, we have been given freewill. We can choose to walk our paths with no guidance or protection, risking falls and failure.
Or, we can accept what He offers under the guidance of being a sovereign God and embrace what He dearly wants to give.
When cancer invaded my grandma’s body it was necessary for around the clock care in a nursing home. Lil Brownie and Gramp lived by themselves for a short time until he, too, moved to live with my aunt. Brownie went to live out his last years on my uncle’s small farm. His last years were spent outside sleeping on the lawn, chasing barn cats, playing with us kids when we came to visit. He’d fulfilled his purpose, became too old and tired to chase after rabbits, but he has remained an important reminder for me of unconditional loyalty and devotion to those who loved him.
I think we could all take a few lessons from Brownie. With heightened awareness of our surroundings we can be the eyes and ears for our loved ones, for our community. Therefore, let’s find purpose every day and trust in the One Who though He is a gentle shepherd, is also the very One Who grants us abundant life within the boundaries of His sovereignty.



