Boxes


Over the past month, since my mom passed away, I’ve been deep cleaning our home room by room. Last night, while working in my mom’s room, it occurred to me that there are a lot of boxes in life.







Over the past month, since my mom passed away, I’ve been deep cleaning our home room by room. Last night, while working in my mom’s room, it occurred to me that there are a lot of boxes in life.
December 29, 2015, my sweet mama passed away. Suzanne Culver was a spunky, beautiful lady and we are going to miss her more than words can say. She died peacefully in her sleep at home, which is exactly as she wanted it.
Several friends tried to tell me. I thought I understood what they were saying. Oh my heart! I had no idea how deeply I would be affected. On Saturday, August 29, 2015, our daughter gave birth to our first grandchild ... a beautiful, perfect baby boy named Hartford West Citro. Oh my heart! Little Hart has changed it forever.
Earlier this week, a friend shared with me how she was feeling overwhelmed by everything she is responsible for right now. She asked me if I had any advice or encouragement because she knows I have found myself in a similar state over the years.
I have always been the kind of person who loves to serve, do, bless, and enrich the lives of others. I adore making things beautiful and organized and enjoyable for others. Throughout my life, I have loathed asking for things from others because I don't want to be an imposition or create work for someone else. While my desire to help, serve, and bless has not diminished in any way, I'm learning, growing, and seeing God move in my life in remarkable ways in the area of being willing to ask.