"Where O death is your victory? Where O death is your sting?" I Corinthians 15:55, NIV. Thanksgiving was a bit rough, to be completely honest. Though quiet with few around the table, it was solitude I desired. It would have been my mom’s 91st birthday on the 27th. She missed it by a week. But saying she missed it doesn’t seem to honor God. He had my mom’s days planned, and knew the date of her departure, November 20, at 6:32am. As my sisters and I held her hand while praying

“T hose who love God are known by Him,” I Cor. 8:3, NIV. “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. 22 On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many mighty works in your name?’ 23 And then will I declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from me, you workers of lawlessness,” Matthew 7:21-23, NIV. To be

"A nd the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus,” Philippians 4:7, NIV. It’s raining, Grandma Em (my mom) was admitted back to Kaiser with pneumonia. Sad day. It can go either way. Upon hearing this news, while seated at my kitchen table, my heart sprung up and ran to the door. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t packed or that I had less than a half a tank of gas to drive the 350 miles to see her, I was gone. Then