Blueberries

Dear Chris,

I sit, each morning, and reflect on my growing prayer list. God gave me the wonderful gift of intercession, as he did you while you were on this earth. Many times, though, I feel like I want to do something "tangible" for people in need; I feel like when I say, "I will pray for you.", that it isn't enough. Shame on me for that.....what a privilege it is to pray on behalf of those in need!

I've thought a lot this past week, as I've picked our blueberries, about an incident that happened four years ago. It reminds me how much you were like your mother. You had come home from work and in your hands was a BIG bag of squash. An elderly man on your route....one that ran out to meet you each month, knowing when you would be coming by.....asked you if you liked squash. Of course, you didn't have the heart to say no to him and he excitedly gave you that big bag of squash. Well, immediately, you wanted to do something for him. You asked me if there were enough blueberries that I could pick so you could bring them to him. At that time, we had skimpy bushes and probably only got a bowl each week. You seemed disappointed; he was a lonely man who didn't have much. So I looked at you and told you that you could pray for him....pray that God would fill his life and take away some of his loneliness. Like me, you wanted to do something tangible.......but what that man needed more than anything was to have someone praying for him.

I've often thought of some of those people you interacted with each month. I know they grieved when they learned you had left us. But I also know that God gave them all something else to look forward to each month.

So, as I pick the containers and containers of blueberries this year, I remember your kind heart and how many lives you touched in your short time here on earth.

Missing and loving you so much,

Mom