With Christmas in His Heart. Gail Martin Gaymer

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      Christine could barely look in her eyes. “I’m—”

      “You’re a career woman,” Ella said. “You make important deals and enjoy success. I’m proud of you, but you can also be kind and still be successful. God says, there will be a time for every activity, a time for every deed. In fact, success is even greater when it’s done with a humble heart and a desire to please the Lord.”

      Christine fought her tears. She felt like a child being chastised by her parents for misbehaving, but this was Grandma Summers, and grandmothers were supposed to be supportive and forgiving.

      Yet her grandmother was right. Christine had been unpleasant, but she’d thought she’d had good reason. “I did apologize.”

      “I know. You told me.” She eased back and didn’t say any more.

      Christine’s mind slid back to that moment. “What’s in the back hall off the foyer? Will came from that way.”

      “It’s the back entry. He can come from the apartment that way or leave to go outside. I can lock that door, but it’s been convenient for me.”

      “Is that how he found you after you had the stroke?”

      “It was. He came in one morning to see if I wanted anything from the store in town. He found me confused and weak. At least that’s what he tells me. I tried to walk and couldn’t. That’s when he called for help. Fast thinking.”

      “I’m glad he was here,” Christine said, and meant every word. She rose and kissed her grandmother’s cheek. “So what can I do for you? Can I help you with your therapy?”

      She glanced around the room and noticed dust on the table. “I can dust and run the vacuum.” She crossed the room and gathered shoes and a jacket from the floor. “What should I do with these?”

      The shoes were definitely not her grandmother’s. They were men’s shoes, and so was the jacket. “Will’s?”

      Her grandmother chuckled. “He drops his belongings like a teenager, but I don’t mind. It’s nice to have someone here.”

      “Well, he shouldn’t cause you extra work. He has his own home. I’ll talk to him.”

      Her grandmother shook her head. “Sometimes Will forgets. Don’t worry about cleaning. Will pitches in, and I should really hire a cleaning lady for a while.”

      “Mom will be here. She won’t want a cleaning lady. You know Mom. You do it her way or no way.” She chuckled, then realized she’d almost described herself.

      Her grandmother gave a nod, then gestured toward a table with a toss of her head. “See that little ball? Would you hand it to me? I’m supposed to squeeze it off and on during the day to strengthen my muscles.”

      Christine handed her the ball and had turned to discard Will’s belongings when the telephone rang. “I’ll get it.” She headed toward the small secretary and picked up the receiver. “Summers residence.”

      When she heard her father’s voice, her spirit lifted. “Daddy, where are you?”

      She covered the mouthpiece and turned to her grandmother. “They’re in Jamaica. I can hear the steel drum band.” Christine longed to be on some exotic island with sunshine and balmy breezes. “Are you having fun?”

      “A great time. Fantastic.” His voice boomed.

      “I’m really happy for you, Dad.”

      “How’s Grandma? And be honest, Christine.”

      “Grandma’s fine.” She couldn’t believe he told her to be honest. “Really. We’re doing okay, and you’ll be here soon. We’ll see you on Monday, right?”

      Her heart sank a little with his answer.

      “Okay, Wednesday will work. I can leave on the afternoon ferry if you’re early enough. Love you both.”

      She hung up and faced her grandmother. “It’s eighty-five degrees there.”

      “I’m sure they’re having a wonderful time,” she said, her eyes searching Christine’s.

      Guilt blanketed her again. She needed to fix her attitude. The problem was timing. Timing? Face it, she thought, no time was ever good for Christine. She liked to plan her course and sail away with no waves, but things didn’t always happen the way she wanted. She needed to learn to roll with the tide. Will’s comment about things not always going as planned echoed in her thoughts.

      “I’d like to go to church tomorrow,” Ella said. “It’s difficult, but I have the wheelchair. Would you like to go?”

      “Church?” She stood in the middle of the room and looked out the wide front window and across the porch to the splotches of white and tried to envision what good a wheelchair would do in the snow. “But how—”

      “Will can handle it. We’ll get a taxi. It’s just a short ride down Fort Hill.”

      Christine stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Will again. “Is it worth the trouble, Grandma?”

      “Worth it? What has more worth than spending time with the Lord?”

      She closed her mouth before she put her foot in it again. “I meant it’s so difficult for you.”

      “My therapist said I should try to get out. I’ve been too embarrassed to have anyone see me so useless. My face is drooping. I can see that in the mirror.”

      Christine knelt beside her grandmother. “You’re not useless. I’m sorry I said anything. I—”

      Her grandmother patted her arm with a weak hand. “You didn’t make me feel that way, Christine. I’m just…” She paused and looked at her unaccommodating fingers. “Did I ever tell you about when I was a girl?”

      Christine figured she’d heard every youthful tale of her grandmother’s, but she’d already hurt her feelings enough. “I don’t know, Grandma.”

      Ella gave her a tender look and leaned back in her chair. “When I was a girl, my mother sent all of us to Bible school during the summer. It was like a summer camp but at the church. We learned so much about compassion and giving to others. We memorized Bible verses. One of my favorites was that whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus. Even as a girl, I realized that our deeds reflect our faith.”

      Christine recalled thinking that same thing earlier that day, and she wondered if the Lord was pounding a lesson into her head. “I know, Grandma, but—”

      “No buts. We had a project one year at the Bible camp. We visited a hospital to bring little gifts we made to some of the elderly patients. I saw a woman there unable to use her limbs. At the time I didn’t know anything about strokes, but I’m sure that’s what it was. She couldn’t speak well, either. That very day I promised the Lord I would always be kind to people in need. So being useless myself makes it doubly hard because of the promise I made to God.”

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