Comfort food is on my menu. Pinto Beans and Southern corn bread with side toppings of cheese, onions and chow-chow.
I’m tired, weak and a bit weary. The stay at home sentence doesn’t flatter me. The violence and constant news just sucks my entire being into the midst and I feel exhausted. This week I will refrain from listening or watching the news.
My 12 year old granddaughter was here during the weekend. Saturday night, she awakened during the wee hours of morning with a situation that made her very uncomfortable and afraid. She said, ” I miss my Mom.” Her tone just shattered my heart. I felt her longing. Her Mom works 12 hour days during weekends, and would have been sleeping. Still, I wished I could take her to her Mom.
Instead, I said I miss my Mom too. We talked and told stories of past experiences that were fun. We said a prayer for safety and contentment. Soon, she fell asleep. I pondered the statement, “I miss my Mom.” Actually, I missed my Mother.
Names, one day soon we will talk about names. I don’t remember when I learned the word Mother. I never knew the word Mom or Mama. From my experience, when we attach labels to people and they lean into the label. Mother loved me, made me feel safe and protected.
A virus that carries the threat of death, Violence, the news commentators just rally between the two stories. My beloved Nashville was ringing with sirens, police destruction, while I was safe in Montana.
I pray for those who are hurting. It is my duty to serve peace and love at home. I will meditate the scriptures written in Psalms 91. This week I am reading: Finding Hope In Crazy Times.
Song for this Week
Dionne Warwick – What The World Needs Now (1966)
It’s a new day, the beginning of a new month! Ironically, it is the beginning of Summer….a different season. For our menu, let’s cook good food, sow seeds of kindness and let’s
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