If you’re like me, I’m sure at some point you’ve saw one of your Facebook friends mention YouGov. And if not a friend, then you’ve saw the million posts in the Facebook yard-sale groups. No? Well let me take a quick moment to introduce you (unannoyingly) to YouGov.

YouGov is an interesting and easy survey website. I was one of those people who sign up for free in this website a few months a ago and I quickly filled up all my profile information.  The more information they have, the better they can match you with surveys.  And with that, my fun journey with this site began. Since signing up, they have started to send me surveys from one time a week to a few times a week. The best part of these surveys were all very short: 1 to 5 minutes the most. Average survey is less than 2 minutes and then you will earn from 150-250 points immediately once you finish the survey. Super fast, super easy…I can handle that!

Once you achieve 5000 points , you can choose whatever reward you want from this website and redeem your points for your reward. You can choose anything from a YouGov tshirt to a prepaid Visa gift card! The nice thing about so many people participating is you know it’s legit. I’ve watched multiple friends on Facebook redeem their points for a $100 prepaid Visa giftcard! Who doesn’t like free money, hello…yes please!

Oh, how I love the days that lead up to Christmas. Today we will have a day filled to the brim with…

* pumpkin coffee
* worship + fellowship
* Christmas dresses
* yummy dinner with family and friends
* kids Christmas program

As I stood at my kitchen sink today, washing my Grandmothers bowl, I couldn’t help but think how many times she had stood in that exact same spot washing the same bowl {we live in my Grandparents home, the home my Father was born and raised in}. And with that, my head spun with thoughts of days past. How many times had she stood in the kitchen, in the same spot I do, and cooked her family dinner. How many times had she sat in the living room, reading her Bible while listening to Family Life, the same way I do.

Grandmothers tend to have a special place in the hearts of little girls – and my Grandma Strong certainly had that place in mine. I grew up living right beside her, which made spending unlimited time with her very easy. Every day I would get off the bus and skip down to her house, knowing that once I entered those doors I would be surrounded in love. My Grandpa always had a hotdog and piece of bread with apple butter waiting on me. I would go directly to the kitchen to have my after school snack. I would always eat it as quickly as I could, knowing Sesame Street started soon. I would scarf my food down and run to the living room, so excited to turn the TV on. But every day Grandma would say the same thing not until you say the 23rd Psalm. I would sigh, beg, plead and probably roll my eyes a little.  But she stuck to her guns, I could not turn the TV on until I recited it. I knew she was not going to back down, so I would start off. I would eventually slip up and say something wrong, which meant going back to the beginning and starting all over again. I would recite it, over and over, until I did it without mistakes. Sometimes that meant missing the first 10 minutes or more of Sesame Street. Every day we played the same routine, over and over.

My Grandma was by no means a fancy lady, but she was a class act all the way. She was old school, from the days ladies were classy. She wore a dress every day of her life. And even when she did wear pants, she wore them under a dress. Yeah girls, UNDER her dress. She was never mean or sassy but she wasn’t afraid to tell you her opinion in love. She came from the days where women didn’t announce their pregnancy, didn’t wear black or red and you wore clothing that covered you from the nape of your neck to your knees.

She was the strongest Christian woman I’ve ever met. She was kind, respectful, accepting and full of love. She never complained about life and the many hardships she endured. They were poor, very poor. Although I’m sure if you had asked her, she would have told you she was so rich in love. She
had a stillborn baby. She buried a son, who had died to cancer. At the same time, she had a daughter-in-law battling cancer. All hard, trying times. But she endured through them all, never once complaining, but by praying without ceasing.

She taught Good News Club after school in her living room (my living room now) and showed so so many kids the word of the Lord, His love and grace. Thinking about that now makes my eyes spill over with tears. I can’t imagine how many hearts were given to the Lord inside this mere farmhouse.

She knew her Bible, inside and out. And when a Jehovah’s Witness would knock on her door, she wouldn’t ignore their knocks or turn them away like so many others did. She would invite them in, offer them a cup of tea, grab her Bible and discuss it with them for hours on end. Last summer, a group of Jehovah’s Witnesses were walking around town. I saw them well in advance and knew they were coming. I could have easily ignored their knocks, but instead I grabbed my Bible and headed to the porch. I couldn’t help but feel the tears welling in my eyes, knowing my Grandma would have just smiled and nodded her head in approval.

She taught me so many life lessons that I will always carry in my heart. Repeating the 23rd Psalm every day taught me not only repetition and perseverance but also set those words from it deep in my heart. It taught me to put the Lord before anything in my life. The 23rd Psalm is so, so very dear to me today. She taught me to have class, and to teach my daughter to be classy. She taught me that even during hardships, be thankful for the blessings God gives you every day. Every day might not be good, but you can bet there is something good in every day!

I am so thankful for this dear lady and the amazing part she still has every day in my life. Even though she is gone and rejoicing daily in Glory, she will forever live in my heart.