My mother gave gifts based on what she wanted to do.
She might zero in on a particular grandchild for Christmas and do something really special for them – like build a doll house.
Oh, everyone got gifts, don’t misunderstand. But, my mom thought about the person she was gifting, reflected on their personality, added some of her own, threw it all in a bag, shook it up, tossed it out, and…VOILA! Your present from my mother magically appeared. Continue reading Packaged in Love
More than 15 years ago now, I spent many days in a hospital room taking care of my mother when her time on earth was coming to an end. I slept in the bed beside her, fed her, bathed her, washed her hair, helped her brush her teeth, massaged her neck, talked to her, watched over her, and tried to comfort her during her pain and confusion. The emotions we all experienced during this time ran the gamut. My mother had not gone into this hospital to die. It was just another step in the process of getting her better, or so we thought. None of us, me or my three siblings, misunderstood the severity of the cancer that ravaged her body. Yet we were slow to accept the truth about how little time she had left. The reality of that fact would weigh heavier on me than anything I had ever faced before. So heavy, I all but crumbled beneath it. Continue reading 41 Hours to the Cross
Christmas is just such an awesome time! The whole world seems to transform into a more wonderful place when it’s infected by the Christmas spirit. There’s all the beautiful lights, spending time with family, decorating the tree, Christmas music, yada yada yada. People just seem so much happier and friendlier during this time of year. (For the most part). Continue reading No Greater Gift
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