Mama Always ~ L.A. Brown, Author

  This year has been hard. Yes, a bit for me, but a lot for three ladies who are dear to me. One lost her spouse to cancer. Another to heart disease. The other to COVID. All lost the loves of their lives, their mate, their other half, and now they have an empty house. While at first, there will be visitors and others who will check in on them, when all that ends, they still have an empty house. Little things will catch them unaware. A noise will trigger tears. A place, an activity will bring sorrow. The tears have no set pattern, but they will, and have come. There will be times when there is no consolation, there will be times when their pillow is soaked from crying themselves to sleep. It is hard, but they all have Jesus and an Abba Father to lean into. They have prayer support from all over the world. Then, in this new season of life, they will find the things that bring them joy. It could be a stray button from his favorite shirt. Perhaps a cardinal sits in a tree chirping at t...

As I've been praying for the folks in the path of Florence since we found out its path, something came to me today, and I'll get to that in a minute. One year ago, Houston, Corpus Christi, Galveston, Rockport, Port Aransas, Victoria, Conroe, Katy, and Port Arthur, were the hardest hit. After Harvey left the area, Addicks had floodgates opened, which flooded the surrounding area. The devastation was monumental, but what we saw from that was people helping people. Entire volunteer crews came with boats, jet skis, rafts, inner tubes, whatever floated, they were used to evacuate those who could not or would not leave before the flood waters hit. When the waters receded, again, volunteer crews came in and mudded out homes, helped folks recover what they could, treated homes for mold, or helped in the removal of what was left of the home. There were churches and organizations who stepped up to offer meals, shelter, clothing, goods...whatever was needed, no questions asked. There wa...