Today is a good day. This afternoon I went over to my parent's house to see my mom and to clean the upstairs bedroom. My oldest son arrived home from Minnesota this evening. He stays in the attic bedroom at Grandma's house when he is in town. Before he moved to Minneapolis it was his home. I can't wait to see his smiling face and give him a great big hug! (That's what moms do and grown up boys never mind. They like hugs from Mom.)
My own mother is growing old. Although it is difficult to watch and hard to admit, it is still true. I watched her struggle to catch her breath in church last night as we sat and talked after the evening service. She has been on oxygen for the past eight years and her condition is progressive, but she is okay. She knows that Jesus loves her and heaven is waiting. I hope she stays with us for years to come, but I know there is a reality to life that we often don't want to face. I pray that I will be able to cherish the time we have left.
Prayer for Sunday
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