In Sickness, Love Germinates

May 4, 2011 | 4 comments

Four months now, my mom has been sick. We still don’t know what’s wrong.

Some days, I panic. Some days, I pray. Most days, I do a little bit of both.  

But today, four days from Mother’s Day, I’m thinking about all the ways that mother-daughter love has germinated (pardon the pun) right in the middle of our sicknesses — hers and mine.

And isn’t that so God? He’s got this thing for bringing beauty from ashes, a holy way of working all things for good.

“That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.”
— Romans 8:28 (The Message)

Head on over to read the story at The High Calling by clicking here.

(Photo: A two-inch-tall Snoopy figurine that my Mama brought me, on a TV tray, when I got the chicken-pox in the fourth grade.)

by | May 4, 2011 | 4 comments

4 Comments

  1. Tay

    I love that verse, but I’ve never read it in the message before. It’s even more amazing in the message!

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  2. dukeslee

    Hi Tay!

    I regularly peek at The Message during my study of the Bible. It helps me “hear” God’s word with fresh ears. How about you?

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  3. Missie

    I will head over. I know that when I was recovering from a invasive nose surgery I knew for sure that my, at the time boyfriend would one day be my husband.

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  4. Jeanne Damoff

    Aw, Jennifer, you brought back so many sweet memories for me. When I was sick, Mom would bring in a stash of new color books and paper dolls she kept for this specific purpose, and I got to pick one. Then she’d sit with me and color or cut out paper dolls clothes for hours. If fever forced me to lie down, she’d stay carry on, showing me her progress, letting me select a color for Cinderella’s ball gown or which outfit the paper doll should wear next.

    Now I, too, see the roles reversed. It’s hard, but what a privilege. My heart and prayers are with you. I pray your dear mom recovers completely and soon, and may each of these shared moments be blessed with holy presence and sweet peace.

    Love to you.
    Jeanne

    (I tried to leave this comment on the high calling, but the word verification feature wasn’t showing up and it wouldn’t let me post.)

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