The sick cows were always the first to enter the milking barn at our family dairy. Every morning and afternoon my mom would be there to care for them. Once in a while my dad would remind her the herdsmen were more than capable of handling it, that she didn’t have to be there, but that never stopped her. Later in her life, she became a eucharistic minister and delivered communion to members of our community that were too sick to attend mass. Almost weekly I had the opportunity to join her on those deliveries. Together we would pray, hand in hand with those in the room, for healing and peace.
That was my mom. She cared for everyone, human or animal, friend or stranger, not because she had to but because she wanted to. She had an incredible ability of bringing peace and comfort to those who needed it most and she did it with such grace and ease. Our world has changed drastically since she left but what she taught me still remains relevant. So today I extend my hand to you and together let us pray for healing and peace. Let us make the daily effort to make not only our life better but the lives around us better.
May Grace + Blessings Be In Your Path, Candace