The Women

Once again the women gathered. This past weekend my mother’s two sisters, their best friend, and several more of us gathered for dinner and laughs. There were four generations represented. The oldest in their mid-seventies and the youngest at eighteen months.

We ate dessert first. Then after dinner and a lot of talking and laughing, we donned Mardi Gras beads and crazy hats for our group photo. My aunt figures out something silly for us to put on each time for the pictures.

The littlest two girls loved the beads. They loaded all they could around their necks. Our baby girl finally dropped hers down to her ankles and kicked them off!   Big sister’s pile must have weighed half as much as she did!

This is a new ritual for us. My mother’s youngest sister has been diagnoses with Alzheimer’s. One would have to pay attention to realize she is having problems. When we are all together, she laughs and visits right along with us. We will try to get as many laughs and hugs in as we can in the time each of us has left.

What else is there? Love. In the end, that is all that matters. In the end, it is what made us and what sustains us. He is Love. From His Love He created us. Through His Love He saves us. To His Love we will return.

To love and worship Him through Christ. To keep His commandments. To keep His command to love each other. When one really gets to the center of that concept, everything else is a natural outpouring of true love. It is hard to love others. To make our way to true love. It is risky and dangerous to extend the heart and mind to love. To love and be loved.

And so, Lord willing, the women will continue to gather. To love and be loved. To learn to love even more. To teach the little ones how to love and be loved. Just as our mother’s before us taught us to love. In their memory and honor we gather to sustain each other and grow another generation to love and sustain each other.

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Summer

Dog days ease into sultry evenings.

Fire of day tempers into balm of night.

Brilliant blue dotted with blossoms of white

Transform into majestic tones of sky jewels.

Pine scents the heated air.

Katy dids make an evening song.

Mosquito hawks give way to tiny bats.

Another summer day fades.

Already the trees loosen their hold on leaves.

The dry ground and intense heat weakens the will of all creatures, it seems.

Relief is many weeks away.

Nature does not complain for her own comfort.

Nor will I complain for mine.

I will not question or complain about the weather.

A Greater Master controls such things.

The seasons are His.

I simply observe and acknowledge what I perceive.

Such a limited perception is mine.

It is enough, though, to bring me great satisfaction with many things to ponder.

He even let the rain shower come up the hill today.

Exception to the rule.

Unexpected blessing.

Coming from a completely different direction.

Something to reflect deeply upon.

A reminder from Him to me about His blessings.

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