Thursday, March 26

Romans 5:8 But God proves his love for us in that while we still were sinners Christ died for us.

Unconditional Love

I was blessed to have wonderful grandparents in my life, but I have especially fond memories of my maternal grandmother. I called her Snootie because when my brother, her first grandchild, was born, she said she didn’t feel old enough to be called “Grandma” or any of the other usual names attached to grandmothers. My grandfather had always teasingly called her “Snootie” because he said that when they were courting, she always had her nose in the air. So “Snootie” she became to us.

Snootie and Granddaddy lived in Dublin, VA, which was a long drive in those days on Route 11 and later Interstate 81 from my hometown of Woodstock, VA, so I only got to visit them a few times a year. But, what special times they were! In preparation for our arrival, Granddaddy would have made a run to Kroger and stocked up on 3 Musketeers and Kool-Aid just for us kids. Their house had all kinds of unique closets, nooks, and crannies. Snootie and Granddaddy, having lived through the Depression, never got rid of anything, so those spaces were filled with all kinds of treasures. We thought they were the coolest grandparents ever because they would stay up and watch television until 1:00 or 2:00 AM and then sleep until 10:00 AM.

After we returned home, Snootie would write us the most loving notes and letters. She created a character for herself and would fill us in on the latest adventures of “Snootie Turtle.” She sent letters to my cat from hers, and she would cut paper into the shape of a doll and write her note on that. Later, as both their health failed, Snootie and Granddaddy came to live with us. While it was sometimes difficult having three generations live under one roof, I’m thankful to have had that extra time with Snootie. Her mobility was limited, so she spent much of her day in the recliner in our family room. Hers was the first face I saw when I came in the door. She beamed when she saw me or any of my siblings, and she always had a hug, a kiss, and an “I Love You” ready and waiting for us. No matter what I said or did, she always told me that she loved me, and I knew that she did. I knew that Snootie’s love for me was unconditional.

Snootie believed in God and was a woman of great faith. She knew that it was because of God’s unconditional love for all of us that He allowed His Son to be sacrificed, so that we may continue to live. No matter what I say or do, God loves me. And he allowed His Son to die for me, a sinner. Now THAT is unconditional love.

Susan Painter

Prayer: Father God, I am so humbled that you would sacrifice your Son for me. I thank you for the unconditional love you offer. Help me share and demonstrate that love to others in all my actions and deeds. Amen.