In Christ Alone our Hope is Found

I have an Oma. She is 93 and I love her. She has always been a bit different and she has always done things her way. She is very independent and will be right to the end.  Oma lost her husband in her early 50's. I was a month away from 3 when Opa died from lung cancer.  I don't actually remember my Opa in that I remember his face, but I remember his feeling and his feeling was one of warmth, love and security.  Even though I didn't know Opa, as a child, I longed for him. I didn't really have a real Opa - The one that hugged you and encouraged you. The one who was an example to you of how to live out your love for the Lord.  An Opa to me always smelled good and had candies in his pocket. He was a man that was there for grandparents day and a man who took joy in you however small the accomplishment. I am the kind of girl that would have been an Opa's girl. I love affection, words of affirmation and closeness and in my mind that is what Opa's give. As a little girl