Fog is sweeping up the Tennessee scattering cold everywhere. 34° out this morning and you can subtract 2 more beside the river but patches of gold fillings promise a beautiful Mother’s Day. My mom is still healthy and well even though she has been quarantined for several weeks, she has taken it quite well. Mom has lived a deeply scared but all together meaningful life. She served the Lord most of it, the wife of a pastor, an often-sorrowful job but always with purpose which she sowed mostly to the poor and needy. She raised four fine humans all of which, through their younger years sowed a wide row of rebellion in her heart, have lived years of obedient balm to heal her wounds of their youthful indiscretions. My mom's greatest testimony is that though she was raised in the most pitiful of alcoholic dysfunction she lived a life of functional obedience, never once have I seen her waver even though God only knows how often she had cause too. To witness someone live a life of prolonged and consistent faith and to be fortunate enough to have that person as your mom makes one fortunate indeed. The four siblings with their spouses will socially distance gather around her today and each will gratefully rise up and call her blessed, because of all people, we are the most blessed because of her.
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| Visiting with mom two weeks ago. |
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