Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Nani Pani to a Hani

That's what I call my Nana...
I was remembering one time telling my Nana that all the prayers I ever prayed in hospital bathrooms (for my Aunt Kathy when she had the twins and for my Nana when she had cancer) were answered in the way that I asked. She said, "Maybe it is because that was when you were your most vulnerable with the Lord--there in the bathroom with your pants down." We both laughed.

My Nana always has the best answers.

She's going to be with Jesus soon. Lucky her...unlucky us.

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