a hibiscus at my mom's retirement home
Good Day, God!
Hibiscus only bloom for one day — but they surely do give that one day their all! We, on the other hand have thousands and thousands of days. I’ve been pondering that, God. And visiting my 97 year old mom brings the number of our days into sharper focus.
Patty, our middle daughter who died at 18, surely grasped the evanescence of life. Her motto was Carpe Diem! Seize the Day! That’s not all that easy to do, God.
A day or two ago I arrived to visit my mom only to find her napping — waking up to complain about being in a Time Warp. I said, Aha! My mother has been abducted by Space Aliens and transported into a Time Warp! We both laughed.
Having a mother who grew up on Science Fiction is a rare gift, God! In fact, having a mother at all at my age is a gift! Having a mother who has a pretty positive attitude and loves games and loves a good laugh is even more of a gift.
So, I am sitting here, God, looking at the hibiscus and trying to grasp that Time doesn’t matter anymore than Size or Space matter. As I search for what does matter — the only word that comes to me is Heart. That feels right. You do see our hearts, God. And You see our hearts and our limitations with compassion.
Now, please help us, God, to see as You see. To see with compassion — ourselves and those around us — near and far.
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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