By Ann O’Malley 8 am. My phone rings. It’s Mom. Uh-oh. She doesn’t usually call this early in the day. Is it good news or bad? Bad. Very bad. She’s having a total meltdown. Up until now, I can only…
A few weeks ago I arrived at the startling age of 89. It seems unreal. My body is bent and twisted, and moving around much depends on the day. Yet, inside my head, I still feel as if I were…
Come to Me, all (you) who labor/are weary and burdened/heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My…
Oh Lord I want to come when You call. Forgive me that you had to nudge so hard ~ Oh Father let my heart not grow cold and so to be your reluctant daughter. I want to come back to…