Have you ever read a book or a quote or something in Scripture, something you have read plenty of times before, yet THIS TIME...this time it was different, it stuck out like red sticks out on the color white? Well, I had a few of those times this weekend, moments that have happened before, yet this time they really stuck out...and in the midst of these moments, I had to remind myself of something that I think my heart knows deep down, but somewhere in the fast pace of life lately, I seem to have forgotten... it is ok to cry. 

Simple things. Every day little things. Aren't they the things that end up meaning the most in life? Well, tonight, a very simple thing happened... A recliner was moved to our house. Yes, a recliner - a pretty simple thing. Yet, in my heart this recliner embodies so much more than the leather and mechanics inside of it. See, this recliner is something that was my Aunt's...and when my Mom was very sick, she fell in love with it. It was the one thing she could get comfortable on when she was in so much pain and discomfort. My Aunt eventually had it moved to my parents' house when my Mom could no longer go to her house and spend days there with her. My dear Mom spent a lot of time in this chair. She always looked so peaceful taking her naps here. She truly loved this ordinary, simple recliner. And in the final months of her life, it is the very place that became my bed. I slept in this recliner right beside my Mom's hospital bed in my parents' family room day in and day out... I held her hand, prayed over her, read Scripture to her, played Christian music for her, looked at pictures with her, talked to her...spent every moment right beside her. When my Mom went to be with the Lord, this was the very place I sat, holding her hand, as she took her last breath here on earth. It is with great emotion that I type the words you are reading right now...from this recliner.