Tribute
Dear God,
I'm writing to you about our grandma, mom, sister, and friend, Mary Wolf. She just got there Saturday morning, so she's kind of a recent arrival....well, at least in our time frame. We sure miss her a lot down here. Sometimes you don't realize what a big part a person plays in the lives of others until they are gone.
Grandma didn't start out in such a big way. She was born near Plum Coulee, Manitoba on October 17th, 1925 and weighed only 2 pounds. Her father could hold her in the palm of his hand. She was born at home, so she had no incubator. Instead, they placed her in a shoebox on the coal and wood stove. They fed her with an eyedropper. She was so tiny that her dad's wedding ring easily slipped over her hand and dangled on her wrist.
Grandma accepted you into her heart when she was 15 years old, and never turned back. One of my favourite stories Grandma used to tell was of the time she was filled with the Holy Spirit and spoke in other tongues. A crowd of people had gathered at a house to pray. There grandma was, with a bunch of her young friends, in the corner of the house. Soon the power of God hit them and they began to speak in other tongues. Suddenly, a knock at the door came. It was the neighbour- he was huffing and puffing and carrying two buckets of water. "Your house is on fire!" he yelled. "I saw the flames coming out of the corner of the house, so I ran over to help put it out!" They checked the area he claimed was on fire, and it was fine. So he went home. A little while later he came back with his buckets. "I saw the flames again!!" The house wasn't on fire though. It just happened to be where grandma and her friends were being baptized with the fire of the Holy Ghost. :-)
In 1946 grandma married Emil Wolf, a great man of God who loved the Bible and telling people about the love of God. Together, they made a dynamite team. After the birth of their daughters, Violet and Deelyght, they traveled extensively through the States doing evangelistic work, singing together and doing Children's work. Grandma was the greatest story teller that ever lived! When she told one of her stories, like my favourite, "Mary and the Cake", she had her audience enraptured. Kids of all ages sat mesmerized by her wonderful stories.
Grandma was a multi-talented woman. She had so many giftings. One of those giftings was her handiwork. She was an avid seamstress, knitter, crocheter, and quilter. She made over 230 quilts and gave most of them away to family and friends. She would never consider selling one of them, even though they would fetch a hefty price. Her handiwork was a labour of love.
Another of her giftings was one that put a few extra pounds on so many of us. We're really going to miss her cinnamon buns, ginger snaps, and wiener buns [Cory!!] to name just a few of her delicious trade-mark foods. Her generous heart was evidenced so many times in the meals she prepared for others, or the baking she gave away. There was no such thing as going away hungry from Grandma's place!
Grandma might have been almost 76, but she was as full of life as any 26 year old. Sometimes, even more so! She lived a very active life up until the end. She would get up at 6:00 every morning because she had "so much work to do". So much of that work was her selfless acts of love and generosity for others. She avidly shared the gospel with everyone she could. From the bank teller, to the vacuum salesman- no one could escape the witness of Jesus in her life. She led the ladies' prayer meeting at her apartment building, directed the seniors' choir and took speaking engagements at various functions. She never used the excuse of being too old to work for the Lord. Her life had purpose and meaning up until the very end. Even when she was in the hospital, she'd share her faith with the nurses who would take care of her.
I know you must be enjoying Grandma up there, God, but we sure will miss her down here. She was an encouragement and an inspiration to us all. Her passion and prayers blessed so many of us. So, God, could you interrupt her dancing and shouting up there on those streets of gold, and tell her that we miss her, but we're so happy for her. Thank you for sending her to us, thank you for her life, thank you for her blessing. She was truly a gift from You.
I'm writing to you about our grandma, mom, sister, and friend, Mary Wolf. She just got there Saturday morning, so she's kind of a recent arrival....well, at least in our time frame. We sure miss her a lot down here. Sometimes you don't realize what a big part a person plays in the lives of others until they are gone.
Grandma didn't start out in such a big way. She was born near Plum Coulee, Manitoba on October 17th, 1925 and weighed only 2 pounds. Her father could hold her in the palm of his hand. She was born at home, so she had no incubator. Instead, they placed her in a shoebox on the coal and wood stove. They fed her with an eyedropper. She was so tiny that her dad's wedding ring easily slipped over her hand and dangled on her wrist.
Grandma accepted you into her heart when she was 15 years old, and never turned back. One of my favourite stories Grandma used to tell was of the time she was filled with the Holy Spirit and spoke in other tongues. A crowd of people had gathered at a house to pray. There grandma was, with a bunch of her young friends, in the corner of the house. Soon the power of God hit them and they began to speak in other tongues. Suddenly, a knock at the door came. It was the neighbour- he was huffing and puffing and carrying two buckets of water. "Your house is on fire!" he yelled. "I saw the flames coming out of the corner of the house, so I ran over to help put it out!" They checked the area he claimed was on fire, and it was fine. So he went home. A little while later he came back with his buckets. "I saw the flames again!!" The house wasn't on fire though. It just happened to be where grandma and her friends were being baptized with the fire of the Holy Ghost. :-)
In 1946 grandma married Emil Wolf, a great man of God who loved the Bible and telling people about the love of God. Together, they made a dynamite team. After the birth of their daughters, Violet and Deelyght, they traveled extensively through the States doing evangelistic work, singing together and doing Children's work. Grandma was the greatest story teller that ever lived! When she told one of her stories, like my favourite, "Mary and the Cake", she had her audience enraptured. Kids of all ages sat mesmerized by her wonderful stories.
Grandma was a multi-talented woman. She had so many giftings. One of those giftings was her handiwork. She was an avid seamstress, knitter, crocheter, and quilter. She made over 230 quilts and gave most of them away to family and friends. She would never consider selling one of them, even though they would fetch a hefty price. Her handiwork was a labour of love.
Another of her giftings was one that put a few extra pounds on so many of us. We're really going to miss her cinnamon buns, ginger snaps, and wiener buns [Cory!!] to name just a few of her delicious trade-mark foods. Her generous heart was evidenced so many times in the meals she prepared for others, or the baking she gave away. There was no such thing as going away hungry from Grandma's place!
Grandma might have been almost 76, but she was as full of life as any 26 year old. Sometimes, even more so! She lived a very active life up until the end. She would get up at 6:00 every morning because she had "so much work to do". So much of that work was her selfless acts of love and generosity for others. She avidly shared the gospel with everyone she could. From the bank teller, to the vacuum salesman- no one could escape the witness of Jesus in her life. She led the ladies' prayer meeting at her apartment building, directed the seniors' choir and took speaking engagements at various functions. She never used the excuse of being too old to work for the Lord. Her life had purpose and meaning up until the very end. Even when she was in the hospital, she'd share her faith with the nurses who would take care of her.
I know you must be enjoying Grandma up there, God, but we sure will miss her down here. She was an encouragement and an inspiration to us all. Her passion and prayers blessed so many of us. So, God, could you interrupt her dancing and shouting up there on those streets of gold, and tell her that we miss her, but we're so happy for her. Thank you for sending her to us, thank you for her life, thank you for her blessing. She was truly a gift from You.
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