I made my usual Monday visit and brought Communion to an elderly woman today. She sat in her favorite chair in the sun and I sat facing her. I was also partially in the sun. She got talking about all kinds of things, such as school times and riding the bus. At one point she looked intently at me and said, “You’re hair is so pretty.” The comment nearly took my breathe away as that was one of the last things my mother said to me as I bent over her bed. It was all I could do to hold back the tears. I thanked her and said that I got my mother’s curly hair. Then I pointed out the grays and we laughed about getting old. It is such a joy to visit her. I never know what she’s going to come up with. And every now and again, I think she is delivering messages from my parents.

I Found God today remembering words from my mother.