…wide awake, unable to sleep, this thought “Why does God love me so?” (Nobody “cares” for me.) Round and round in my mind “Who am I that God should be mindful of me?” The thought was so compelling, I came to the computer and typed the words. This was the first answer. Second: An Invitation to stand in awe of God.
The entire “topic” prompted because I’ve known so little “love” in my lifetime. This Memorial Day weekend is a reminder of my marriage to Donald Edwards, in 1977. It’s a long, sad story that you don’t want to hear. Dates on the calendar stir up memories. “Memories” keep me awake at night: A mother who rejected me at birth (1935); a husband who deserted me (1964) and his three little boys….