My “To Do” list for when I get to Heaven is growing. The first hundred years, I want to stand on the Mount of Olives overlooking the New Jerusalem and praise God for His faithfulness and loving kindness and mercy to me. Then I have to find Ezekiel. I have to tell him that I read his book, and that what he said set me free from believing that I was under a curse from my father. I don’t know…..
When George and I were first married, he started turning down the bedcovers on my side. After a few years of doing this, he asked me if I noticed. I told him, “Oh, George! Don’t ever stop doing that. Every time I see those covers turned down, I think ‘He still loves me!’” It’s 20 years later, and George still turns down my bedcovers every night. So, I started thanking him for taking out the trash. And, he thanks me…..
Back in the day, Loretta Young had a TV sitcom. On one of the shows, during a cocktail party, the question was asked “Who are you?” Most of the people responded with their names. Some answered with their occupations: doctor, plumber, accountant. One woman answered “I am a child of God.” Everything stopped. All attention was on her. In those days, it was acceptable to speak of your Christian faith wherever you were. And, of course, her answer was profound……
Someone who recently read my book “Choosing Life” told me that my story made her angry at my parents. After a moment of enjoying the empathy, I realized what I had to tell her. The dysfunction did not start with my parents. It goes back I don’t know how many generations. Let me tell you about my mother’s mother, Gram. Gram’s mother died when she was in third grade. School was over for her. She was sent to live with her…..