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)
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(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.)