Mom loved irises. Especially the "traditional" kind ... purple iris that grew heavily in Southeast Missouri ... the kind of iris she called "flags."
I went for a walk with Spooky late this afternoon and we walked along a long, outside flowerbed at Woodward Park that was filled with an enormous range of irises. Almost all were in bloom. What a lovely sight. All those iris ... spiky, sword-like stalks topped by ragged beauty.
Don't tell me that can't be a metaphor for Mom's life. Maybe for all life.
Reflections of a Catholic's struggles to follow Christ, by God's Grace, in the Here and Now.
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- Charles
- Tulsa, Oklahoma, United States
- I am a 53 year old man who is a Roman Catholic struggling - as do all of us - in the here and now. I was privileged to serve as my dear mother's caregiver until her death on August 22, 2007. Until that date, my role as caregiver was my biggest challenge in the here and now. Since her death, my biggest challenge, in the here and now, has been grieving her passing. Under the circumstances, maintaining my faith in Christ, and following Him, has been an enormous challenge for me. Prayerfully reflecting on this challenge, and working it through in the here and now, is the primary reason I started this blog.
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