A quote: “I do not at all understand the mystery of grace – only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.”~~ Anne Lamott

I’ll start with a story …

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Supper was over and Carwyn had disappeared. Again. I sighed “teenagers!”

But she had cleaned up the dishes and made the kitchen right, so who was I to fuss?

Just her mother.

I felt Virgil come up from behind and wind his arms around my waist. “Don’t grumble so. Girl needs her alone time, and she’s always had a mind to be by herself from time to time.”

I turned within his arms to face him, reaching up to hug his neck, “She’s just my youngest and her big brothers have all moved out to start their lives,” I smiled, “We’re all alone. Whatever will we find to do?”

Carwyn was washing up after morning chores while I got breakfast on the table. “Tell me about grandma again.”

Virgil paused as he stepped into the kitchen glancing at me, “Well, shortstuff, I’m sure you remember her and we’ve told you that your great grandfather found her at the edge of the Territories when his posse found a burned-out camp. All her people were dead and he figured she was about 3 or 4 years old. He took her home, and raised her with his own.”

“And after? When she grew up?”

I was confused, “You know, dear. She married grandpa, had Uncle Josh and me. She had a special talent as a midwife, too.” A memory of Mom when I was struggling giving birth with my first. Her calm manner, laying cool hands that seemed to soothe the pain into the background, and her eyes …

Carwyn went out to the porch and brought back a small basket, uncovering it to reveal a redwing songbird. Poor thing, it was obvious its wing was broken.

“Found him out in the pasture, the cat stalking him,” she reached into the basket, gently cradling the bird in her hands. She stepped to the door, opened her hands and the bird perked up. Standing, taking one look around, and flying away perfectly healed.

She looked back at us, her eyes showed a solid silver, soon starting to fade back to her pale blue. Just like my mom’s.

“Please. Tell me more.”

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Now, it’s your turn.
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