I met my friend for breakfast.
We try to get together at least once a year so we can catch up.
I knew that this breakfast would be a bit different.
My friend is grieving.

My friend’s father died.
His death is about one year after the death of her mother.
Losing someone we love is terribly hard.
Losing someone we love around the holidays is especially difficult.

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The text came in the afternoon.
It was from my son.
I read it and smiled.
Texts and phone calls from my children always make me smile.

Mama, we’re feeling like some good home cookin’.
Could we come for dinner tonight?
The answer to his question was an easy, Yes, followed by joyful emojis.
I was having a simple dinner but I knew I could make it stretch.

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How I love the times I am able to feed my precious granddaughter.
Cuddling with her in my arms, looking at her sweet face, brings me back.
It brings me back to when her mommy was a baby.
The resemblance is uncanny.

I love when she grabs my finger as she takes her bottle.
Her grip is strong.
She will hold one of my fingers with one hand and touch her bottle with the other.
Soon, those little hands will hold the bottle all by herself.

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My children always loved a particular homework assignment.
Inevitably, in their elementary school years, they would be asked to draw a family tree.
Some children may groan about such an assignment.
My children did not groan because their family tree had only one side.

The only side of the family tree that was known to them was their father’s side.
Being adopted and not knowing my history, my side of the tree remained blank.
They only had to do half the work and half the writing.
Their family tree was a bit lopsided.

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I had just finished food shopping in one store.
I was heading to my Whole Foods market to shop there.
As I got into the car, my phone rang with the Waltons ring tone.
That ring tone is only for my family.

I looked down to see that it was my daughter.
This daughter is the mother of my granddaughter.
I love those Mom kind of phone calls.
Whether it is a story about something she is doing or a question; her call is always welcome.

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Sometimes two seemingly unrelated things can be quite similar.
Two events, that can easily stand alone, have significance when looked at together.
I noticed the truth of this with two family events that happened this past weekend.
God’s hand was evident in both.

The first event was the bridal shower for my son’s fiancé.
The bridal shower was in Washington, DC.
Two of my daughters and my daughter-in-love were able to attend.
My daughter, who just had our precious granddaughter, did not attend.

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We had a lovely family weekend. A bridal shower and a baby dedication happened. And we rejoiced. A new Whispers will be published on Tuesday, June 19, as God allows.

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If anyone asked me to describe the past nine months, I could sum it up in one word.
Waiting.
Waiting for our daughter and her husband to become parents.
Waiting for our first grandbaby to arrive.

Every Tuesday morning, my daughter would send me a text.
The picture was from a pregnancy app she had on her phone.
The text would be a drawing of a particular fruit or vegetable.
It would show the number of weeks and weight and length of her little baby.

I looked forward to my Tuesday morning text.

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Whispers of His Movement will resume on Tuesday, May 29. By God’s grace, our family is preparing for the arrival of a precious little boy or girl. I will update all of you with news. Listen for His Whispers along with me. Blessings and JOY.

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I had a lovely morning with a young mom and her three children.
She has a five-year-old son and a three-year-old daughter.
Her baby is almost six months old.
I made sure to ask their ages because I wanted to get out the right toys for them.

A doll house for the three-year-old would be appropriate.
A garage with accessories for the five-year-old seemed right.
The toy chest was open so that they could take anything from there as well.
It was not until I talked to the five-year-old boy did I discover that he loved Legos.

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