Here we are on Mercer Island, and it’s gone so fast—as usual. Mom is the most amazing person. She seems to take no notice of how her backyard neighbor obstructed her view for the longest time by letting his vegetation grow untamed after they'd enjoyed the lights of the bridge and Seattle for so many years. Now he's planted arborvitae which will grow and be just as tall, only now as a whole wall instead of one apple tree and some other junk. Get this--she wanted the nicer part of her fence that Kev was repairing to face the neighbor's direction instead of having it face her. She's just like that. Even when we passed those tired, dying arborvitae near the thrift store and I said half-heartedly, “That’s what I want to happen to the ones behind your fence that belong to that neighbor,” she just smiled and looked amused. She is the most darling woman. I just want to do that Spock mind meld, only with the heart, and I want to absorb her character and faith, not just see it. She is one of my heroes.
Thank You for her, Lord. You are the most generous-hearted and perfect-natured Father. You bless us over and over with her life, ever poised toward Your heart and character.