My Grandmother: September 13, 1925 – March 10, 2018

Four Generations

 On this special day—September 13, 2025, what would have been her 100th birthday—I find myself reflecting on a woman whose influence still resonates in my heart: Mrs. Julia Dean Matthews. To the world, she was a devoted wife, mother, and servant of God. To me, she was so much more—my sister in Christ, my beloved Grandma, and a cherished friend.

    I can still hear her voice, as clear as ever. It was a voice that brought joy with its humor, uplifted souls through prayer, offered steadfast encouragement, and embodied the quiet strength of a faithful servant. And it was the only voice in the world that called me “Shelly,” wrapping me in a warmth that distance could never diminish.

    As a missionary kid growing up in Africa, oceans separated us from family back home. For years, Grandma existed to me only through crackling phone lines. Yet those calls forged a bond deeper than miles could measure—her voice became my anchor, a lifeline of love and faith.

The Voice That Sparked Laughter

    Some memories shine brightest in their simplicity. After four long years on the mission field, we’d step off the plane to find Grandma and Grandpa waiting, arms open wide. She’d always have a surprise tucked away: a Cabbage Patch doll for my younger self, or later, a crisp bill slipped into my palm with a conspiratorial wink. “This is just for you, Shelly,” she’d whisper. “Spend it any way you like—and don’t tell Grandpa the amount!” Her playful spirit taught me that God’s joy often hides in the everyday, lightening even the heaviest loads.

The Voice That Lifted in Prayer

    Grandma wore her pride in her family like a badge of honor. Wherever she went—church, work, or casual encounters—she’d eagerly share our stories. “This is Shelly,” she’d say with a beaming smile, “my granddaughter in Africa, the one we’ve been praying for all these years.” Prayer wasn’t a routine for her; it was the rhythm of her life. Knowing she carried me to the throne of grace daily gave me strength amid the uncertainties of missionary life.

The Voice of Humble Service

    She’d pull me into her Sunday school class, where she poured joy into teenage girls’ lives—not out of obligation, but from a deep love for Christ. Serving alongside Grandpa, her ministry was a living sermon. That same joyful heart now inspires my own role as a missionary’s wife in Australia, reminding me that true service comes from surrendering to Him.

The Voice That Offered Hope

    As I entered young adulthood, still single, Grandma’s concern shifted to gentle support. She tried a little matchmaking, but when those plans fell through, her faith never faltered. “I’m praying for you, Shelly,” she’d assure me. “The Lord has someone perfect in mind.” And He did—Deon, my wonderful husband. When I introduced him over the phone, Grandma’s verdict sealed it: “Shelly, you hold on tight to that one—he’s a keeper!” Her words were a comfort, teaching me the power of encouragement rooted in trust.

Deon & Grandma

The Voice That Endured in Love

    My most treasured moments happened when Grandma met my children, even as dementia began to take her memories. With our oldest, Ruan, she was still alert enough to recognize us, enjoying games of peekaboo and teaching him “This Little Light of Mine.” Later, with Jesse and our daughter Julia—her namesake—the fog had thickened, but sparks of joy still remained. Shy Jesse spoke freely with her, a rare gift. And upon hearing Julia’s name, Grandma lit up: “Julia! That’s my name—it’s a good one.” In her frailty, her love built unbreakable bonds.

Ruan & Grandma

Grandma & Jesse

A Hope That Transcends Time

    Distance once separated us during our years abroad, and now death does as well, but I hold onto the firm hope of being reunited. Grandma trusted Jesus as her Savior, and so do I.

“But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them who are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others who have no hope. v. 14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also who sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. v. 15 For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not precede them who are asleep. v. 16 For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God; and the dead in Christ shall rise first; v. 17 Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air; and so shall we ever be with the Lord. v. 18 Wherefore, comfort one another with these words.” 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18

“What a GREAT day that will be!” Grandma Matthews