Heart to heart

Just a quick note to explain my blog. My son and daughter-in-law inspired me to write with their blogs filled with their thoughts, dreams and sometimes pain. I started to write too when I was healing from a broken foot and broken heart but found God brought to my mind times that were hard that He used for good not just for me but for others.

A few weeks ago I was asked to work on Sunday. I did not want to miss Church and went to the early service. I did not want to be late so I was in a slight rush went I got to work. A lady stopped me as I entered the door. I knew her but this was the first time I saw her using a walker. I touched her hand and told her she looked tired today... she took my hand and thanked me for the kindness I showed her and her husband. Two days later when I went in to work, they told me she died that night. The last words between two friends passing were words of kindness.

This year I lost a sweet friend to breast cancer and it brought to mind the days I held my mom's hand before this disease took her away. Another lost her only son in a car accident at the tender age of 24. I remember Amy's sweet smile and courage;the way she made a room light up just being there and I miss her. I think of the day that Matt was born in Havelock, N.C. and remember holding that little precious baby who grew into a young man and my broken heart seems like a scratch; my worries so small.

Some days this year have been hard for me and for others. My friend Jessi is caring for her mother in her last stage of cancer. Six months ago they told everybody to prepare for her to die in two weeks. She is still with her. They are living life in the present... a day at a time; the holidays will bring memories of past celebrations to help her though these days. Those memories will always be part of who she becomes just as what I write becomes part of who I am. Thank you for reading my blog and being part of my life. They say time heals the broken heart. Pass quickly time... please pass quickly but let me learn life's' lessons from my mom, Amy and others on the way. Even in their darkest hours they brought light into my life with their gifts of love. They forgot their pain in their moments of loving me. Please, God, let me be and do the same.

I Corinthinas 13:1 Thought I speak with the tongues of men and of angels but have not love, I have become a sounding brass or clanging cymbal... it profits me nothing.


Love,
Nana