My favorite Easter memory is when my mom was having one of her episodes and my Aunt who is an Aunt by choice not blood came and rescued my brother and me. We were six and four at the time, mom was off her meds and close to anouther one of her in-patient psychiatric hospital admits. The duplex was a disaster, we had no clean clothes and the only food in the fridge was a jar of pickles. After talking to my mom, my Aunt drove the hundred plus miles to town packed us up and took us all the way back to the ‘farm’.
Just writing this I can feel all the fears of that day creep back into my heart. This Aunt, who was not an aunt, saved the day and gave two small children and one sick mother peace and sweet memories. She pulled together an Easter basket for each of us kids and then with the assistance of her sweet sheppard left ‘bunny’ prints all throughout her kitchen and outside our bedroom doors. If I close my eyes I can still hear my precious baby brother’s high pitch scream – “The Easter Bunny found us, he really found us…he really does exist. “ Even though there were no sermon’s on the resurrection of Jesus Christ, I have carried the lesson of that day in my heart for the last thirty-five years.
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Angola Inmate Hospice volunteers taught me to trust God and the power of forgiveness. I Love hearing how people 'found' their God gifts as I listen for mine.
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