When I was a high school senior, a certain young man pursued me with intentions of marriage. I knew my parents disapproved of the early marriage, and in their minds, there was nothing more to discuss. Looking for an understanding ear, I turned to my grandmother. I knew she would listen benevolently to me. She, herself had married my grandfather at the youthful age of eighteen--and for forty years, they had a successful and happy marriage.
As I anticipated, Ginnah, (her affectionate name) did listen patiently while I presented my case, and then she shot one strategically aimed arrow at my logic, "My dear, I thought you wanted to be a teacher. You are so good with children. Why don't you go to college?" Without one discouraging word of disapproval over a premature marriage, my clever grandmother diplomatically pointed me back to one of my heart's desires. She was a wise woman.
Admittedly, I was not really ready for marriage. Marriage could wait. The relationship with my young suitor ended, and in the fall I entered college to become a teacher. My parents were thrilled. Ginnah had saved me from a monumental mistake. Little did she know how life-changing her advice would prove to be!
My first year at college I started dating the man I am married to today. My grandmother, my precious, "Ginnah" is home with her Lord. I have often wondered if she ever knew how much she redirected my life.
Today Roger and I have been married for sixty years. "Ginnah", you did a good work!!!
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