My Dance Teacher

I remember going to her house and her soft touch. Waking up at her house to have cheerios and watch Mr. Rogers, is one of my fondest memories. And occaisionally she would get out some waltz music and put it on the old record player and we would waltz to it. The organ was always a favorite and she even tried a couple times to teach me how to play, but I didn't have enough patience. Something I've learned over the years is what a fighter she is. It seems like death cannot take her, many times we thought she was about to die, yet she fought through it and is still here today. After many times of such expereinces, it's hard to believe that one day she will breath her last.
Yet there's one thing she seems to lack. Her background is one of Methodist which at some point was changed to Lutheran. As my dad said, Lutheran's are some of the hardest people to show their need of salvation or to know if they have it.
When I was home for Christmas, a heavy burden came on me to share the gospel with her. Conversations on such things as salvation and the Bible are rare and seem to be closed to her. But the heaviness was there and I knew I needed to say somthing or I would regret it for the rest of my life. So the day I before I left, I wrote her a letter. I don't remember what I said, but something about trusting God to provide for me to go to TMC, a school she thought was to expensive and had tried to discourage me from going to. Also I beleive I said something about questioning her salvation.
A few weeks passed and I called her, hoping to talk about the letter a little. Her hearing has gotten pretty bad, so she wanted to wait to talk in person. I told her I would try to come for spring break, but I didn't really see it happening. But out of my three living grandparents, two died within the two months I was here, so I felt the need to return home. God provided a way and I knew I needed to have the conversation with my Grandmother, though I knew it would not be easy.
When I went to visit,we talked about the issue. She couldn't beleive that I wondered if she was saved and asked how I could get that idea. I mentioned that she never talked about stuff like that, so she shared a story with me and said she wasn't sure anyone else had heard it. Basically she went to her sister with questions of who God was, her sister told her that if she prayed, He would answer her prayers. She tried it and He did. But she never mentioned confessing her sin to Him or asking forgiveness for her sins. I felt I could not continue the conversation at that time, the door had once again closed.
I went back for another visit, the day before I flew back to Cali. Most of the conversation was comfortable and normal. But then she asked what questions I had for her yet, without me saying anything about wanting to talk further about the issue. And that's when I knew I had offended her. It breaks my heart, but I do not regret bringing the issue of salvation up. I beleive God wanted me to and it pushed the door open a little, which hopefully God can use to soften her heart. In the end I hope to see her in heaven one day, but right now, it seems pretty unlikely. All I can do for now is hope and pray that He will change the heart of my dance teacher.