America’s Driveway and the Foothills of God

driveway, design by Adobe Spark
Overlook of the valley and Big Stone Gap

My family heritage holds roots in small town America.

America Maxfield, my maternal grandmother, lived in a small town in the foothills of Virginia, Big Stone Gap, nestled in a valley surrounded by the Appalachian Mountains.

When my twin sister and I were seven-years-old, our mother moved us from our birthplace of El Paso, Texas to live with my grandparents for several years. You see, our mother grew up in Big Stone Gap, and so would we, and a younger sister who came along a few years later.

Memories in Small Town America

My grandfather bought and sold scrap metal at a junk yard he owned at the bottom of the hill, visible from their house. A long, curvy, uphill driveway led to their home.

Childhood memories linger with the trek up and down the driveway by foot or bicycle, catching the school bus, and going to the junk yard to see my grandfather. My grandmother spent a lot of time in the kitchen and had snacks ready when we came in from playing.

I was married with children of my own, when my grandmother passed away. Asked to give the eulogy at her funeral, I gathered humorous and notable things to share.

Stories and memories from my mother, sisters, aunts, siblings, and cousins. Many things to smile about.

driveway, some images by Adobe Spark
My grandmother, America Maxfield

But the prevalent snapshot in my mind is the beautiful, colorful flowers that lined both sides of her driveway. A picturesque landscape. A milestone in my memory.

Memories of my grandmother’s flowers weaved my words to the memories of her. America the beautiful.

Flowers, as if painted on a canvas, displayed my grandmother’s driveway.

And they captured her essence.

America’s Driveway

Flowers called Creeping Flox lined my grandmother’s driveway,
white, pink, and purple in a colorful array.
Each color with its own bright gleaming,
reminds me of her life’s meaning.

White signifies pure, good, and clean,
each seen in her while on the everlasting arms she leaned.
Now she is clothed in a white robe of Christ,
offered to her in heaven because of His sacrifice.

Pink symbolizes her rose colored blush, so neatly brushed on each cheek.
Her life filled with joy and a heart for the Lord she did seek.
Pink comes from the color red or crimson,
like the blood of Jesus given for her ransom.

Purple, the color of royalty, fit for her a queen,
now she is crowned by God, her Savior, and her King.
America, she was of royal priesthood, a holy nation,
she accepted Christ and His salvation.

Wife, mother, and grandmother were the roles she played,
nothing negative of her anyone could say.
She was wise, fun, and so witty,
now she lives in the heavenly city.

Flowers called Creeping Flox lined my grandmother’s driveway,
white, pink, and purple in a colorful array.
Each color with its own bright gleaming,
reminds me of my grandmother’s life and special meaning.

God’s Foothills

I’m thankful for memories of America, my grandmother, and for living in small town America. And I’m grateful for a heritage in Christ, who is the drive-way leading to an eternal home in heaven.

Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me”  John 14:6 ESV.

I grew up in the beautiful, breathtaking view of the southwest Virginia foothills. Today, I’m growing up in the Lord. Following Jesus to the foothills of God where one day the heavenly view will take my breath. 

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driveway, courtesy of Adobe SparkWill flowers line the streets in heaven? I’m not sure. But my grandmother will be there…her bright gleaming and the ever-so-bright radiance of Jesus. That’s all I need to know.

“God majestic, praise abounds in our God-city! His sacred mountain, breathtaking in its heights—earth’s joy” Psalm 48:1 MSG.

Featured images of Big Stone Gap by my brother-in-law. Image for Psalm 48, other images, and design courtesy of Adobe Spark. 

Information on the book, Big Stone Gap and the film.

Karen Friday

Whether the spoken or written word, Karen thrives in moving an audience to experience laughter, tears, surprise, and deep reflection. She not only possesses an affection for words (just ask her family), but she also cherishes God’s Word. Karen is an award-winning writer who has published both devotions and articles with a mission to know Jesus more and make Him known. She contributes to several national sites while she works on her first non-fiction book. In the blogging world, she is referred to as “Girl Friday” where she shares a central message: you are never far from hope. And she considers her life as a pastor’s wife and women’s ministry leader a sacred calling. Karen and her husband Mike reside in East Tennessee and have two grown children and two grandchildren. The entire family is fond of the expression, “TGIF: Thank God it’s Friday.” They owe Monday an apology. Connect with her blog community, Hope is Among Us.

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