Evening: Psalms 114, 115; Luke 10:1-12, 17-20
My mother has fairly serious dementia. There are poignant moments as I visit with her this week. Mum asks, “Are you my son?” and apologizes that she doesn’t have a meal ready for me. She says she’s “not much of a mother”! Of course, I expect nothing of her; I only hope that she will sense how precious she is to me. She no longer remembers the bumpy stretches of our relationship – I gladly forget them too! When the disciples or we seek affirmation from Jesus, he only wants us to rejoice that we are precious to him.
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