“Sovereign Lord, as you have promised, you now dismiss your servant in peace.” Luke 2:29-32 NIV
I walked in the door tightly gripping my newborn child. It was as if I were presenting a gift to the queen; my pride soared.
“Grandmother,” I called, letting her know I was there. “I’ve brought someone to see you.” I held out my tiny pink-clad daughter almost forgetting her eyesight had long ago failed, and then quickly placed the baby in her outstretched arms. A smile lit up her paled wrinkled face as she felt the sleeping child before her.
My husband grabbed the camera and recorded the moment with pictures. My mom and aunt followed with their cameras. My dad, who had been sitting with Grandmother that day, had listened to her ask for me all morning. She wondered if I was bringing the baby to meet her. She was waiting. Dad sat down at the table and watched as his red-rimmed eyes leaked tears.
It had become increasingly obvious to us over the last few weeks that perhaps my grandmother was holding on to meet the newest member of our family. My ninety-four year old grandmother had been close to death for three months. But she just kept hanging on. She wanted to hold Grace.
Her wish was granted.
It was a Simeon moment.
The Bible tells us Simeon, like my grandmother, was righteous and devout. He was up in years, as well, the day he was led to the temple. The Holy Spirit revealed to him he would not die before seeing the Messiah. So when Mary and Joseph brought the baby to the temple that afternoon, Simeon took Jesus into his arms and praised God saying, “Sovereign Lord, as you have promised, you now dismiss your servant in peace. For my eyes have seen your salvation, which you have prepared in the sight of all people, a light for revelation to the Gentiles and for glory to your people Israel.” His wish was granted.
Last night I believe my grandmother uttered the same words. You now dismiss your servant in peace. One week after meeting baby Grace, Grandmother went to be with the Lord.
What a legacy she leaves. Today she is worshipping a God she can actually see. Praise God.
Frances Chapman King
January 19, 1915 – October 11, 2009
In awe of a woman like this and a God like mine,