A letter to my grandchildren from Diva

“A Letter to My Grandchildren”

—My dear ones… if time were mine to hold, I’d stretch it wide enough

to see every chapter of your life —

to watch you grow from the tiny hands I once kissed

into the souls God created you to become.

But life, my loves, has a way of moving in seasons.

You and I were born in different ones,

and that’s how it was always meant to be.

You, stepping into tomorrow —

and me, standing in yesterday’s soft light,

watching with wonder as you take your first steps into the world.

I’ve lived long enough to know

how quickly the sun moves across the sky,

how childhood lingers for only a moment

before it runs barefoot into the future.

And sometimes, when I hold you close,

I find myself memorizing the weight of you,

the sound of your laughter,

the feel of your small arms around my neck —

because I know one day those moments will live only in memory,

and memory must be strong enough to hold what time cannot.

If I could give you anything, it would be this:

the understanding that life isn’t about what you collect,

but what you carry inside.

Faith, kindness, gratitude — those are the treasures that last.

They’ll take you farther than wealth,

deeper than success,

and closer to the heart of God.

I’ve learned that faith doesn’t mean life will always be easy.

It means that even when it isn’t,

you’ll never walk alone.

There will be times you won’t understand His plan —

when prayers seem unanswered,

when the road feels long and your heart feels tired.

But hold on, my loves,

because God is faithful.

He weaves beauty from the very threads we thought were broken.

When the world tells you to hurry,

learn to slow down.

When it tells you to chase more,

learn to cherish what you already have.

And when it feels like everything is falling apart,

remember — sometimes that’s how God builds something new.

I wish I could stay long enough

to see the shape of all your dreams,

to meet the people you’ll love,

to watch you walk boldly in the callings God will place on your hearts.

But even if my eyes will one day close,

my love for you will not end.

It will live on in the way you laugh,

in the way you pray,

in the way you tuck your own little ones into bed someday.

You’ll find pieces of me

in the stories your parents tell,

in the recipes passed down,

in the faith that flows quietly through your veins.

You’ll see me in sunsets,

in quiet mornings,

in the peace that comes when you know you are loved

without needing to earn it.

If you ever wonder how much I cared —

remember this:

I prayed for you before I ever met you.

I thanked God for your life before you ever took your first breath.

And I will keep loving you,

long after time has turned my name into a whisper.

So go live, my sweet ones —

run toward the goodness of God with both hands open.

Be brave enough to choose kindness,

humble enough to listen,

strong enough to forgive,

and wise enough to see that joy often hides in ordinary days.

And when you miss me —

look up.

The same sky that watched over me

will be watching over you.

The same God who guided my steps

will be guiding yours.

And somewhere, beyond the edges of time,

I’ll be smiling — proud, thankful,

and waiting for the day we meet again.

With all my love,

always,

Grandma 🤍