Publisher’s Points to Ponder: That little white church
The recent passing of my mother’s last two sisters within a few weeks of each other made me sad beyond measure. Sometimes we take time for granted, believing that we will always have time to connect with our loved ones. It is difficult to count the number of times my inner spirit directed me to make that call or plan that visit. Instead of obeying, I hid behind the inability to escape from work. I wish I would have simply paused to hear one last story or take a final glimpse of their whimsical facial expressions. Now it is too late.







