My People

My grandmother used to call her family, “my people”. When she said “my people”, she was referring to her parents, her brother, and her sister and their families.
My grandmother loved “her people.” She told me a multitude of stories about her growing up years. She always told them in funny ways and made me laugh. No one could tell the stories the way she did. It’s one of those things that I wish with all my heart I would have recorded. She was a funny lady and always made us laugh. The truth however is that most of her stories weren’t funny at all. She took them and turned them into funny stories, but the truth was still there.

She was raised by 2 alcoholic parents who were unstable in all their ways. She witnessed n drunken brawls on a nightly basis.   She was raped by a family friend at the age of 6 or 7 and told he would bury her alive if she ever told anyone. She carried that as a secret until into her seventies. Her family was poor and was often evicted from the apartment that they rented at the time. On more than one occasion she would come home from school and not know where her family had relocated. She had a “well to do aunt” that would give them hand me downs. One story that I remember her telling was the morning she woke up extra early to put on a pair of sneakers that her aunt had given her family. This, however, left her poor and now angry brother running down the sidewalk to school shaking his fist at her as he wore the high-heeled shoes that were given to the family.

She would always tell us that somehow she knew she was loved and she loved her people.

She never doubted their love for her.

I find a parallel to her story with our Savior. He calls us “His people”. I know I have disappointed Him many times and misrepresented Him at times. I am a sinner in need of Him on a daily basis…minute by minute, second by second.

He loves me and calls me His own, even though I can be very stubborn and selfish. Even though I can be heartless and impatient.

But, no matter…I know He loves me.

God the Father sent His Son as my Savior. There is nothing I can every do or fail to do. There is nothing I would do or ever fail to do that would stop Him from loving me. I am His

You are His

You are “His People” if you have received Him personally as your Savior.

Praise Him today for His immense love for you!

Ephesians 3:14-15

“For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom HIS WHOLE FAMILY derives its name.”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s