MeMaw mumbled

To me, this is one of the most perplexing and thought provoking verses in scripture. I think I have a weeks worth of thoughts on this one sentence, but today, let’s focus on the two words that make up verse 17.

Quick story about the sweetest, most Godly woman (Next to Mother Teresa) that may have ever walked the earth; my grandmother, or MeMaw as kids would have it.

MeMaw mumbled. She was forever talking under her breathe from the moment the coffee percolator began to bubble at 5a.m. until the the last piece of jig saw puzzle was laid for the night, she mumbled. Don’t get the wrong picture here- she was an extremely clear and affluent speaker when she was talking directly to you, but in the in between moments, she was always talking under her breathe.

As a kid, I never thought about it, because hey, that’s just MeMaw. But as I grew, I began to listen a little more carefully. & you know what? That little woman with the giant heart was praying continually. She was in constant thanks to God for wherever she was, for whomever she was talking to, for anything and everything she could think of, the woman was thanking and praising God.

What a continual life lesson! I have to ask myself this question: What would my life be like if I kept an open window of communication with The God I claim to need in my life? What would change?

So I propose this question to you, my fellow traveler: How much have you said under your breathe today & what would change in your life if you were a mumbler?