Amidst the beauty of a temperate spring day, with the backdrop of a lake as blue as the sky, and a floral palette of dusty blues and burgundies, I had the privilege of celebrating, with family and friends this last Saturday, at my son’s wedding reception.
Ask people what ranks high on their list of thanks, and likely it will be family. I have a wooden plaque in my kitchen with the words “Family is Forever” on it. I love my family and am so grateful for each member.
Life is precious; love is enough and the most we can ask for. In this aspect, I can be content, despite my health or how many books I sell or don’t sell, that agent I wish I had, or any number of things. I’ve lived a good life, been loved and have loved, past and present. I have been and am blessed.
Today I want to relate the aspect of mothering in a spiritual way. With Mother’s Day approaching, I thought of this devotional I wrote years ago for a church Mother’s Day event.
Mom has been gone twenty years. A lost battle with leukemia. I like this picture of her in California, young and so full of life.
In a world where we can use our imaginations for so many things and in so many ways, let’s choose to use it to help create a better world. That’s why I write.
I never thought I would say this, but I miss helping my father grow vegetables in the garden. I’ve tried my hand at veggies patches over the years, but they could not hold a candle to what my father could muster.
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I give you my brief thoughts on being read to, the heritage I had, and what I passed on to my children.
When I stitch the pieces of my memory of my grandma back together, I craft a bright and sparkly quilt with strong seams.
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