The ministry was growing, the children were getting married. Life had nearly knocked her windless and not all of it was bad. Lotz quotes the title of her work but adds another word: please. And no wonder it was well-written, it gives an inside look at experiencing life's ups and downs by God's grace and mercy, and it's very title is the heart-cry of millions. Already well-known by her own merits, Anne Graham Lotz's book shot high in the best-selling ranks. In 2009 Thomas Nelson Publishers released a book by the daughter of Billy and Ruth Graham entitled just give me jesus. The blue cotton nightgown hanging in my closet just looks like sleepwear to you but to me it holds the scent of my mother, thus making it invaluable. We now hold in our possessions items which once graced the homes of our great-great grandparents, great-grandparents, and grandparents.
Some of the items I received from my mother's estate may hold no worldly value to most, but to my brother and me, they're priceless.
The question that begs to be asked is, "Does it matter?" We're not standing in breadlines yet (and hopefully not ever), but our unemployment rate is through the roof, welfare offices are bombarded, Christian help centers are overwhelmed, and CraigsList is lined with sales from folks who are trying to sell enough to make enough to pay this week's food bill.
In our current era of economic hardship, we find conversations about financial hardships, mortgage foreclosures, banking institution buyouts and bailouts as commonplace. Precious, yes … but not as precious as my relationship with my brother." I've seen so many siblings stop speaking over such as this." And now, as we face the division of our beloved mother's "stuff," we have promised each other not to argue over any little thing.Īs I shared this with a friend - and about the anguish of dividing the material treasures of a lifetime - she said, "I hope you can hold to that. My brother and I promised her we would never do such a thing. "When I die," my mother once said as she stood in the middle of her formal living room, arms outstretched by her sides, "y'all please don't argue about all this stuff."
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