If I am with you, do not talk about how your Mom gets on your nerves or how she calls you every day for absolutely no reason or how you couldn't live with her. Because your wishes are my heart's deepest desire. And to hear them spoken, even out of anger, does not diminish how I long to be able to say them.
One of my dear church ladies passed away over the weekend. [I need different words here. Jumped into the arms of our loving God. ] I am in the process of finding a dress that fits to go to visitation before my Christian Education meeting. Her visitation is at church, rather than across the street at Greg's. [I think I will have better chance at church than the funeral home.] When I look at her family, what will I see? Will I see the weariness? Will I see the dullness? Will I see the sadness? Will I see me?
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