“Write about what a wonderful family we were. Write about our love, our joy and our happiness.” Staring into her beautiful brown eyes, I vowed to obey Mom’s final wish before she took her last breath and returned home to God. The following blogs share stories of our family during all seasons in life.
“I love her for “meeting me where I was as a twelve year old.” She tried to help me understand the hugeness of those three horrific hours on the cross – but she didn’t condemn me for not fully getting it. She loved me just the same, took me by the hand and prayed with me and my siblings.”
“So perhaps a bit of snow is not so bad every now and then. It slows us down and allows us a moment to listen to the deepest part of our soul- the place where only God lives.