Like many young people growing up in the sixties, I rejected “organized religion.” Eventually I stopped attending church altogether, claiming I felt like a hypocrite. I had to do my own thing, a common refrain back then. My mother, on the other hand, had an unshakeable faith. “Life goes better when you go…
Choir Misfits
I recently attended a women’s retreat at our church, St. John Vianney. I needed some quiet time with God to thank Him for all my blessings. Forty other women filled the room. I think all women need some quiet time to reflect. This was our time. The gals at my table were sharing song…
Bicentennial Angel Bump
A sweet story from Kim Dalferes My Grumps, my grandfather on my mother’s side, left this world too soon. I know there is a big plan—a master plan—and it’s not for us to question or doubt there is a reason for how it all comes together and works out. But I stand by my statement:…
Moist Wipes…a Sign From Heaven
My father-in-law, Gordon Lion, was one of the kindest men I know.Years ago I called him Gordo, but when he came to Florida in his later years, it changed to Pop. He had a welcoming smile and bright blue eyes. He attracted people with his gentle ways. At his assisted living facility, he carried hard…
Sweet Dream
This story is from Linda Roy in Angel Bumps, Hello From Heaven. I cry every time I read it. Then I send her a note that I love her story. She has a bunch of notes that are identical from me. When I was seven years old, I walked hand in hand with my…
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