Another day, another mammogram



Today was my annual mammogram that all ladies love to hate.

Having lost my Mother to breast cancer, it is important to follow through and have this important exam each year.

I would be lying if I said this is not stressful and nerve-wracking. I had to watch my Mom’s courageous battle for fifteen years and while we were blessed to have the extra days…it was also an experience I do not wish to re-live.

So this morning when I opened my email there was my daily Bible verse shown above and I was grateful. It was almost like my Mom was still there for me and reminding me that all was well.

The hurt of losing her will never go away. I never take my health for granted. I’m grateful for the loving arms of our sweet Jesus who reminds us every day that he will restore our health, either in this life or the next.

Praise him from whom all blessings flow. 

Until next year…


Living in twilight…


For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. 1 Corinthians 13:12 (KJV)

My thoughts are with dear friends today who are working with parents burdened with alzheimer’s or dementia. These precious friends have a whole set of problems that are difficult to resolve.

It seems so unfair that an otherwise healthy individual would develop such a catastrophic disease robbing them of their memory and especially the memory of those they love the most. These caregivers never give up and even when the light has gone out of their loved one’s eyes…they carry on with honor and dignity. They love, caress, talk and sing to those who were once able adults and loving parents.

Life is hard and we live without guarantees when it comes to health. The caregiver’s tender devotion serves as a living witness of God’s love for us.

God sees their efforts and is grateful for their sweet care. The loving hands of a child who hugs without expecting or receiving anything in return is a special thing. Their tender devotion is a living witness of their faith.

As my mother used to say…for these precious caretakers…another star in their crown. May God bless those they love and may God bless these precious souls who care for loved ones who live in twilight.


Points of Light

Try to remember whenever we meet

and I have little or nothing to say that

doesn’t mean I’m neither here nor there…

look for random points of light in the

hooded shadows of my eyes…listen to

the rhythms in each of these lines beating

slowly…oh-so-slowly…just for you.

– Anon