My Mom grabbed my hand. “Honey, honey. Don’t eat that.”I halted my chewing and gave her a look of shock.What could have rattled her so much? When she came into my room, I was at my desk following my morning routine: the screen reader read Psalm 34 to me, I delighted...
Rosa and I stood at the entry way of a home in Bolivia. I placed a brand new Bible in her hands and hugged her tight. I patted her over her thick black braids that cascaded down her back. “I feel different,” Rosa said, “I feel free.” Calmness and reassurance rang in...
I stood in our backyard and nearly squealed. “This is perfect!” I said to hubby when he described the bird feeder and bath he installed. “No doubt, this will be a heavenly hangout for all kinds of birdies. Can’t wait to see what show they’ll put on!”Hold it,” he said...
Hubby got home from work the other night, and as he came in, he stopped. “Wow, what smells so good?”I grinned. “I know,” I said, “isn’t that a great smell?”He dropped his car keys and phone on the kitchen counter. “Burning scented candles again, huh?”He knows my...
The other night, close to midnight, I woke up suddenly and poked hubby. “What was that? I heard a loud noise outside the patio door.”Being the hero that he is, he got up from a sound sleep. He opened the patio door to find a squirrel splattered on the pool deck. He...
I zipped my suitcase shut. And my 4’10”, white-haired Mom walked in. “I worry about you traveling alone,” she said. “Someone will be staying with you in the hotel, right?”I imagine having her blind daughter travel to another country by herself concerns her.“Sure,” I...
Is there such a manual or book that teaches us how to be a perfect mom? Had Google been available when my kids were small, I might have searched for that subject—how to be a perfect Mom.But no video, article or book could ever prepare us for the endless, “Mom…I want.”...
