His cries for help were heard by the
broken and bleeding under the steel.
With a burst of strength beyond herself,
She drove her farmer to the hospital,
But she knew the truth:
The farmwife was my Mom, and I grew into the telling of that story just as I grew into my own life stories.
My Mom loved to tell her stories.
It became a joke between my siblings and I, that
we could tell HER stories
better than we could tell our own.
But she understood the meaning of these verses:
And she made sure that we listened so that we would
know the praiseworthy deeds of our Lord.
My Mom is no longer with us, she is with her
Farmer enjoying their Lord together in Heaven.
So, now the telling is left to me.
I am the Grandma with stories to share.
And the littles gathered in my lap–
will they hear the praiseworthy deeds of our Lord?
(Visiting a farm with my Grandson, in 2014, and carrying on the story-telling.)
If we listen to the words of our Lord,
He has a story for us to share.
A new generation is waiting to hear from us the
ways that our God rescued us
from the grip of sin’s chains
and set us free to find HIS life.
Today is Day 21 of the #Write31Days Challenge.
If you have missed any of the posts for this
#31Days of Listening with Chronic Illness,
and would like to catch up
Thank you to all who have been praying for me with this latest round of testing. The Nurse called as I finished this post with
the WONDERFUL NEWS that
both biopsies are benign!
I am rejoicing in God’s Good Story for me today!