Little one. Growing in the dark confines of the womb.
Moving, turning, kicking, squirming.
And, one day, fighting the push through the birth canal.
Born into a bright new world.
Little one. Growing in the dark confines of the womb.
Moving, turning, kicking, squirming.
And, one day, fighting the push through the birth canal.
Born into a bright new world.
One of the strongest, most determined women I know. And funny. My mother.
A devoted follower of Christ. And gifted teacher. Mom and grandmother (Nani).
Countless are the ways her life impacts mine. And every time I try to put it down on paper, I fall short of words.
But we’re celebrating her 90th birthday this week.
So, here goes. Some personal thoughts and memories.
O give thanks to the Lord, Mom. Great things He has done!
Thanksgiving week. My mind wanders back across the years and the miles. We’ve made some memories.
In November 1997 we traveled from Karachi to Shikarpur (Pakistan) and spent a few days with our friends living there. They’d happened upon two turkeys out in a rural area and were fattening them up for a Thanksgiving feast.
FYI, turkeys gobble-gobble in Pakistan too.