09/24/2025
Goodbye to My Grandmother, Martha Elizabeth Hall (“Tafaith”)
My grandmother, Martha Elizabeth Hall—better known as Tafaith—has gone to sleep, waiting for the sound of the trumpets.
She was truly one of God’s “employees of the month.” Every morning at 5:30 a.m., she would rise early, singing so loudly that the whole house had no choice but to wake up and worship with her. Even on Sabbath mornings, she would still wake and worship before bringing us to church earlier than the head deacon who lived on the same block of the church came to unlock the doors.
She lived a long, full life (90yrs old which makes her the longest living memeber of her family) not only raising her children, but also nieces, nephews, cousins, grandchildren, abandoned children, and anyone else who needed a meal or a safe place to rest. That in itself was a testimony to God, because as we know, money does not grow on trees. Yet she never doubted that her Father in Heaven would provide—and He always did.
Her faith and example are the reason I am who I am today. My mother worked tirelessly to provide for the family, just as my grandmother did before her, and people often wonder why I am always willing to help and go the extra mile. The answer is simple: I am both my grandmother’s and my mother’s child.
When I was young, my mother went to school and worked multiple jobs to make sure we had what we needed. At the same time, my grandmother worked just as hard to make sure our faith stayed strong—that we knew God and built a relationship with Him. Almost everything I learned about God, I learned through my two grandmothers. Their guidance and love shaped me into the man I am today.
And so, I am not sad. Because if she doesn’t make it to Heaven, I don’t know who will. When you pray for me, please pray that I may continue to keep the faith, and that my relationship with God will grow until the day He comes again. On that day, I look forward to seeing my grandmother, my Uncle Zion, my cousins Vennie and Enus, and the many others too numerous to mention, who have gone before us.
Until then—rest well, Mommy Tafaith.