Spread me on the road...

“The last line of a song by John Mark McMillan is “spread me on the road.” (I urge you to listen at the link below.) My grandmother spread herself out on the path about which McMillan sings. Her life was not about what she wanted or what she thought she deserved. Instead she poured herself out on that unpaved road in the middle of nowhere. How presumptuous of me to imagine God’s first words to her, but I wish I could have been there when He greeted my grandmother, “My dear Edla, well done, my good and faithful servant. You made much of the little I gave you.” P. 75.