When the Call Comes

 

"Only God can mend a broken heart, but He has to have all the pieces." ~ Author unknown

Good morning… There are so many times our world gets shattered, and we feel so alone — like no one could possibly understand. But this isn’t true. The hurt is still there, but God has big shoulders for us to lay our heads on.

This morning around 5, my cousin Carol called. As soon as I answered, I knew something was wrong. Through her tears, she told me her mom — my Aunt Beverly — had passed away.

What do you say when you get news like that?

Carol and I lost touch for several years after I moved to Pascagoula, and I’m quite a bit older than her. But when her dad got sick, she and Gracyn moved back home. When I’d go up to visit Mom, Carol would come up and say, “Let’s go riding.” I never knew where we’d end up, but you can bet we had fun. We would laugh and talk about everything under the sun — and what surprised most people is how much we loved looking around old cemeteries.

Cousins are special for so many reasons. I’m so proud of all of mine, and it’s times like this when we need each other the most. That’s what really counts.

The Point, Pascagoula