Forgivness heals

Faithfulness in a Harvest of Memories

Faithfulness in a Harvest of Memories

My mom was a rare bird. She had unusual ways of doing things. When I was little, she tried many crazy folk treatments to remedy warts I had on my fingers, before ever consulting a doctor. As a widow, when she couldn’t afford to get her dryer door fixed, she used it as an opportunity to read a book with her feet pushing on the door for the full cycle. When she worked in the business office of an orchard, she fined anyone 25¢ for swearing, including her boss. Curiously, she was never one to give directions or teach us the specifics of how to do something. But through her actions she taught me many beautiful lessons about trusting God.