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V is
Victory, Victorious. Normally when I hear the word Victory
I burst into song. Really! Just ask my husband and daughter.
O victory in Jesus,
My Savior, forever.
He sought me and bought me
With His redeeming blood;
He loved me ere I knew Him
And all my love is due Him,
He plunged me to victory,
Beneath the cleansing flood.
My Savior, forever.
He sought me and bought me
With His redeeming blood;
He loved me ere I knew Him
And all my love is due Him,
He plunged me to victory,
Beneath the cleansing flood.
I love the old hymns—we rarely sing
them anymore and I miss them.
We had a
victorious trip yesterday. I drove the entire ten hours. I normally do. Hubby
can read and nap in a moving vehicle; I can’t because I’ll get car sick, so I
drive…and plot. At one point, I heard him talking. I replied, “Say
that again, I wasn’t listening—I was blogging.” He gets nervous when I’m
lost in writing thoughts while driving.
After six
hours on the road, we stopped off to visit my mom. I’m always filled with dread
at how she might respond, how she’ll look. Where her mind might be. Another
victory! She was alert, smiling and had quick come-backs to our teasing. She
enjoyed talking about the past since that’s all she can remember, but even the
past is a little hazy. She commented that she sewed a lot for me when I was a kid, made all my
clothes. She did. I had “Mom Originals” with shoes to match. Remember, she was
a perfectionist. I was often written up in our school newspaper because of what
I wore: “Jessica looked like the breath
of spring in her yellow dress with the tiny blue and pink flowers. The yellow
t-strap sandals were the perfect accessory.” Or something of the sort.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX22TJcYNjgxtFYcpYp5u_BDvYf35nUHa-3RdVv6KSgVb3juDB0zdeC5wUs0pUvaTsA0-cn058P5v2eIJEcJ7jEe6N5qKYJKyK0xCgtpmFzYRo9C2GcrHEnRv8Rlks7KZq-yb5u4r-UCIf/s320/bird+girl.jpg)
When we got to Louisiana, we were blessed by a visit from our daughter bearing a mother’s day gift, and we stayed up late talking. I slept until 8:00 a.m. this morning! Sure felt good. We’ll head back to see Mom on Saturday for another walk down memory lane.
What did you
do when you were a kid? Take dancing or piano lessons? Play basketball, football
or baseball? Write poems or your first novel? How were your parents involved in your young life and activities?
2 comments:
Love the cover of The Last Daughter.
I did all the things you mentioned. But my mom didn't sew, I did. Sadly, my taste was awful, and I wouldn't have gotten written up anywhere as a breath of fresh air.
Have a great time with your daughter and on the trip back! :-)
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