I am looking forward to a time of new beginnings. Our church has just elected a new pastor. I like him and his family already. They are going to be a great addition to our church and to our community. Our new pastor has compassion and vision. As he finished up the first sermon that he delivered at church on Sunday, he stood there and he looked around and then he asked us who was missing? Who had we decided to give up on? My mind wandered and so did my glance. I turned my eyes to Jim. He was sitting a couple of rows up from my husband and me, sitting with his mother – the same mother that ... Read the Post
Come, Let us Sing a Song
Sometimes I have short-term memory loss. I was telling one of my friends that I couldn’t remember what I had forgotten and we both laughed. I don’t get too concerned about my forgetfulness. My maternal grandmother was quite forgetful, and my own mother can get lost in the same town that she has lived in for years. Even my own daughter has her times of memory lapses. With this propensity to forget or confuse things, I’ve got my own way of keeping things straight in my mind – important things that is. Things like what kind of cake makes me a real life “Betty Crocker” and what kind of raisin ... Read the Post
Follow the Leader
I work as an aide for the disabled and the elderly. I love my job. I get to help people in real and tangible ways every day. The other day I was chatting with one of my clients, and she was pleasantly chatting back. She was in her wheelchair, and I was standing off to the side of her. I didn’t mind spending the time talking to her, but I work on a pretty tight schedule. I go from place to place throughout the community, and I really do need to stay on task. I kept trying to use my body language as a gesture to encourage her to follow me into the other room so that we could work and talk at ... Read the Post
My Child
I was talking to a woman today about our childhoods and the pain that could be found there. As we spoke, I was reminded of when my emotional healing of my formative years was complete. I had experiences as a little girl that had left me scarred and broken. I didn’t know how badly I had been affected; that is until I dared to allow myself to go back in my mind’s eye to the little girl that I had once been. It all started when I was watching a talk show, and the hostess was telling the audience that we could actually go back in our minds and rescue the child of our youth. The thought was ... Read the Post
Glorious
She calls me Mary. My paternal grandmother’s name was Mary. She died young. Isn’t that always the case? Life seems to end before we’re done living it; but not with the ninety-something little angel that I’ve been taking care of. She can’t always remember me, but she calls me Mary just the same. Today she asked me what my name was. I told her my name, but she kept on repeating it incorrectly. I finally told her, “You call me Mary.” She looked up at me and smiled. She liked that. Her name is Martha, but I’ll call her Mary, because I’ve always been the Martha. How many times has the Lord told ... Read the Post