It was incredibly important to Mama that we did not lie.
She is the only person I know who sent, many years ago,in the 60's,
$.25 back to a hotel in Georgia we had lodged in because she had picked up a clothes hanger with her clothes and did not discover it until she reached our home in Florida. Tracking down information was not so simple then without the
$.25 back to a hotel in Georgia we had lodged in because she had picked up a clothes hanger with her clothes and did not discover it until she reached our home in Florida. Tracking down information was not so simple then without the
internet, but she somehow got the address, wrote a letter of apology
and placed a quarter inside as payment for her unintentional "theft".
Mama taught me Bible verses at night before bedtime and instilled in
me a love for Psalms as a salve for broken heartedness and stress.
She taught Sunday school for years, and the ladies in her classes
spoke of her with love and respect. She knew the truth and on the
Sunday when she died with a look of complete peace and beauty
on her face, it set her free.
I KNOW this about Mama, but not from that place in me that is logical and tangible. I know this from a mystical place. That place where soul touches spirit and awakens the body and mind with AHA! That place. That lovely, untouchable place. I want to, at this moment right now, call it "the grace table." That's where truth lies. Maybe since things look a bit "dicey" out there right now, we should all take even just a moment to pull up a chair at the grace table, hold hands, close our eyes, and bow our heads in gratitude. Then, when we lift our heads and open our eyes maybe we, too, will know what is truth and it will set us free.
Peace, Love Linda
