Occasionally Mom and I talked about our faith, but it is what I observed, more than what she said, that grows deep in me. She would never have consider blogging about her faith or about anything personal; she was too private for that, and besides, she exuded an remarkable certainty about her faith. She didn’t question or ponder the way I do; in that way we were very different.
Like Mom, out in my world, I don’t wear my faith on my sleeve. I talk with a few friends about it, I attend church regularly, I visit, I agree to pray for people, I blog. This feels right, at least for now.
“Thanks, Mom; I’m very grateful.”