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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