Lessons we can learn from geese
M y mother is visiting for the weekend. Like all mothers and grandmothers, she came with gifts. Her gifts are the "life lessons" of gifts. Her gifts don't fade or get old with time. If received properly, in fact, my mom's gifts are a bit like fine wine: they get better with time. Usually I have to swish what she's given me around in my head a bit, savor it. Pine. It is only after much thought most often do I come to see the true treasures she continues to give me. Her gift to me today was a paper. A paper that had been given to her at church. She couldn't wait to share it with me. After cleaning under children's bed, sweeping, washing, moving clothes from washing machine to dryer—I am now at a place where I can rest a minute. I remember the paper after seeing it resting on my pillow {I placed it there so I wouldn't forget to read it}. I start to read. Here are the words. I hope you glean as much from th...