Pickles, prayers and fancy hair.
These are the things I remember from my stays with Nannie as a child.
She’d buy the expensive pickles–the ones in the cooler section–just for me. They’d disappear before I went home.
Once a week, there were the trips to Bernice’s for Nannie to get her hair done. This was a two- three hour affair. Then at night, she’d wrap toilet paper around her neatly coiffed locks to keep it intact. After resting her head on the pillow, that’s when the prayers began.
My Nannie prayed out loud every night. Didn’t matter if she was alone or had company. She called out every child, every child’s spouse, each grandchild and great-grandchild by name. “Protect them from all evil, danger and harm” was a phrase I think she included every night. Not that her prayers were routine or mechanical. They were faithful. And I am sure the ones she spoke while I was there were shorter than the ones when she was alone. Even still, I often fell asleep before she finished.
As a mother, I’ve found Nannie’s words on my tongue when praying. I’ve even shared them in bible study classes to have women jot it down in their own prayer journals. My Nannie’s words live on, and not just in me.
The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit. Proverbs 18:21
Do you pray aloud? What precious memory do you have of a mother’s prayers, or prayers you’ve shared with a loved one?