tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post1553483101199058944..comments2024-03-22T10:51:23.567-05:00Comments on Faith, Fiction, Friends: The Mustard SeedGlynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10802111972232088511noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-38109101083433499512014-04-10T09:43:54.169-05:002014-04-10T09:43:54.169-05:00I loved that understanding about the mustard plant...I loved that understanding about the mustard plant and seasons--so glad you brought it out. It's so helpful to understand how God moves us from faith to faith, glory to glory. You can't go back to the old because it's not there, and God is certainly not there. Wonderful reflection as well with your family. Thanks so much for being part of these discussions, Glynn. It has been a tremendous blessing!jasonShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03420776820764592085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-75328269609075554152014-04-09T20:46:56.021-05:002014-04-09T20:46:56.021-05:00My youngest was born when i was 41. My mother said...My youngest was born when i was 41. My mother said that this child would keep me young. When my parents died within a month of one another, i felt the loss of having someone older and suddenly felt like i was older. I wonder if instead of a child keeping one feeling young that perhaps it is actually having a parent. Certain responsibility slides upon the shoulders of a child of any age without a parent.<br /><br />After all these years without them, i still catch myself thinking of something i would like to share with one of them, for a very short moment, and then realizing that i can't.<br />Or i come across an old letter in a book...and i find myself thinking of them in a different way, now that time has passed. I see him or her as a person instead of mainly as a parent.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-49985015797325412092014-04-09T15:44:19.839-05:002014-04-09T15:44:19.839-05:00I'm with Maureen on this one, Glynn. This is l...I'm with Maureen on this one, Glynn. This is lovely - and so very true. We are waiting now for both of our mothers' lives to end. One is 92 1/2, the other 98. They both have dementia. And we are also looking forward to the first college graduate among our grandkids this spring. We are the elders, no doubt about it. And you're right, it's a strange place to be. But also quite wonderful. My continuing sympathies on the loss of you mom, Glynn. Do you know Luci Shaw's wonderful small poem, "When Your Last Parent Dies?" I use that poem a lot with friends who find themselves parentless - at any age. Blessings to you as you settle into this new space in life.dianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11991172981000479793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-54551839581649707082014-04-09T15:41:04.484-05:002014-04-09T15:41:04.484-05:00I, too, love it when you write of family, but I am...I, too, love it when you write of family, but I am sure you're not surprised about that.<br /><br />Sorry to hear of your mother's death, but what a long life she had and what a legacy you are.<br /><br />Great reflection here. As always.<br /><br />H. Gillhamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16866823621648796335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-69454285304253801842014-04-09T09:42:32.016-05:002014-04-09T09:42:32.016-05:00I encourage you, Glynn, to write a memoir using th...I encourage you, Glynn, to write a memoir using that title "A Mustard Seed of Understanding". You write of your family beautifully.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.com