Musings of a Grateful New Grandmother

Those of you that read, my book, I Say A Prayer for Me, met my son, Michael, at 8-years-old within the pages. Now 28-years-old, he is a Morgan State University graduate. He, too, is a writer and Founding Editor of YARDstyle Magazine (“A New HBCU Tradition") is free to students on 75+ Historically Black Colleges & Universities. Most recently, he became a father. My first grandbaby, a glowingly beautiful little girl, also named Michal (a different spelling than her dad) was born in June.

I weep tears of joy, even as I type, at the thought of her. I weep as I think of such a generously kind God who has blessed me and mine beyond measure. I weep as I think of the countless prayers that I have lifted up to God on behalf of my “grandbabies to come” long before my son was even old enough to have children.

Michal is ever changing and still quite the stunning one. I recently shared photos of her with my friend since childhood, Omie (who you also met in the book), and she wrote me back..."Lord have mercy she favors YOU. She's such a cutey."

Although I don't quite see it...it was good for "Grandmoms" (since my son calls me "moms") to hear. Generations of genes on both sides are there. As with him—as with me. It's amazing isn't it…the creative power of God?

It's like He loves us so much, that he wants to perpetuate us here on earth as well as in heaven. Us there with Him eventually (with new immortal bodies that will never wear out) and remnants of us here. I sit at my computer today—humbled and in awe of the amazingly everlasting love of God.

After all that has been said and done in my life, God still allowed me to live to see the day that I can say, “My name is Stanice, and I am Michal Zoë's grandmother.”