"You know Dawn, I never fully surrendered my life to God. I always held onto it a little bit because I was afraid He'd send me to Africa. And now I look at you. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that my little girl would be so surrendered to Him."
"Thanks, Grandma, now I have to go to Africa!"
A cloud of calm sadness shadowed her face as she learned I was going. She didn't want me to, but she didn't argue with me. Several days later, I received an envelope in the mail from her. It was filled with newspaper clippings on terrible things that were happening in Africa! The envelopes came here and there. I laughed when I opened them, my heart softened towards her, but remained steadfast on leaving for the medical mission's trip.
Then the letters stopped. I visited her and she apologized, "I realize you must go, so I'm sorry I sent you clippings to scare you. But I won't give you any money to go, so maybe you won't have enough and can't go."
"That's ok, Grandma, God will do it." I kissed her and prayed for her as I always did before leaving her home.