She holds my hand and pats my arm. If I were to close my eyes, I could almost believe the old hand now caressing my arm, belongs to my own mother. Although a part of me aches, and tears threaten to sting my eyes, I smile at this gift of healing that God has brought into my life through Gail. What was it she said at lunch yesterday? "Thank you, Lord, for all you've blessed us with." Just like Mom... And today when the nurse came in to rub Ben Gay on her knee she quipped, "I'm getting to be an old lady." Just in case this blond hair should render me a little slow in my thinking, He's blessed me several times. It's not my mother sending me messages from beyond, but the Father who loves me, sending me gifts and reminding me of my mother's love, and I'm pretty sure she's smiling along with Him.
Barns in Conewango.
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