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A Common Root
It’s been a very dark and rainy day here in Clearwater. The rain started shortly after eleven last night, I could hear it smack against the bedroom window and lasted way into the night. Morning came and it was still raining. We do need the rain, complaining I am not. It also makes for a peaceful kind of day, one where you feel like laying back against the pillows to watch movies all day.
Me, I decided to call my mother. Its been a few weeks since I last talked to her. Mom is 76 years old and doing quite well. If you remember or happen to have read the post I wrote at the start of this blog, we almost lost her. It was quite a scare for my family.
This day Mom was ready for a lengthy conversation and she had plenty to tell, mostly about her flowers. My how she loves her flowers and plants, she has always enjoyed the joy and beauty of nature. Mom lives in North Florida back off a dirt road that runs in front of her home. Still back far enough she can enjoy the country, the wildlife, and her yard.
“The hummingbirds are all here again, I think there are three times as many as there were last year. I think they tell all their friends that they can get fresh nectar water here.”
Mom has about four hanging hummingbird feeders, and they are never disappointed when they come visit, a fresh drink is always there. Oh, how I would love to photograph them. The hummingbird is one of the birds I am missing in my portfolio, and how wonderful it would be to capture them in action.
The conversation was so relaxing, mom is great to talk to. We talked about how greatful we are to be a family thats truly blessed. I am not talking about wealth and material possessions, but the fact there hasn’t ever been any real crisis in our lives. How sad to watch the news everyday and one report after another is filled with the horrifying things that happen to people. The violent crimes, the evil that takes place. We have had a wall of protection from our God, and we do thank him everyday. A wall of grace that surrounds us all. Which led me the last question for her before hanging up.
My dad was a great and wonderful man, the best father anyone could ever ask for. He died at the young age of 42 from leukemia, I will save that story for another posting.
I asked her, “Mom, the last 6 months of dad’s life was spent in a hospital bed hooked up to needles and tubes in his arms. You were by his side every single day, was there ever a time he complained or wondered why he was going through what he was?” She said, “No, never, not once did he complain, he lived one day at a time and praised God for his life and his family.”
Mom ask me, “Don’t you remember about a year before he really got down sick, to the point where he couldn’t get up, he stood up in front of all the church and said he would beat this!”
Yes, I do remember mom, and you know what? He did… he beat it… and to prove it he is now home with the Lord, free from sickness.
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