by MO VEAR
My brother Dan – peacekeeper, “diplomat” and our family’s attaché – was trying to convince me one day that we had a saint in our family’s midst.
As I smiled with pride and readied myself to graciously accept the compliment, maybe take a little curtsy, he said, “Out of all of us, Bev, will be the first one in Heaven to get her wings.”
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by MO VEAR
Son: “Mom, did you know that God can write on stones?”
Mom: “Really? How is that possible?”
Son: “With lightening.”
Mom: “Holy Cow! Lightening?”
Son: “Yep. God can do anything, Mom, just like you!”
Well, my life is complete. In the span of one breath and thirty seconds, my son managed to liken me to God – not because I am, but because he thinks I am.
Like a balloon, I felt myself fill; expanding with breaths of pride, pleasure, delight.
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