| It Has Been A Rough Year |
I am adding this additional chapter to my introduction, because after I initially wrote the introduction, it was very difficult to come back to it and try to make sense of all that I have experienced through the various stages of my life and the trials that I have endured or overcome. I wish ...
| The Birth of Charles Leonard Wiggins |
The story has already been written for awhile on my blog "From the heart of Praise, Prayer and Perseverance. 0; Here is a link to that posting, Below are the pictures of the blessed event.
http://fromthehea rt-dotwigg.blogsp ot.com/2008/03/an other-2-prayer-re quest-answered.ht ml
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| | "Church" to me equals pantyhose, long, boring speeches, getting up early, and schmoozing with strangers - all things I loathe.
The word also conjures up memories of Easter lilies, butter cookies, my Grandma, red velvet, beautiful old buildings, mysterious headstones, and brunch downtown at the Fairmont - all things that I adore.
I was reared United Methodist and was christened at my Grandma's church - Omaha United Methodist, a small church in a dying east Texas town. Mom says the minister dipped a rose in the font of holy water and touched it to my head. I've always liked that - it seems very Sleeping Beauty-esque to me.
My cousin Missy and I spent many Sundays in the 1970s on the red velvet pews of OMC passing the bulletin back and forth, using those stubby little pencils to play connect-the-dots. We'd get bored with that and start to fidgit, and Mom would give me The Look: chin tucked to her chest, looking sideways through her lashes as she almost imperceptibly shook her head "no." Then she'd slip us something from her purse to shut us up. A stick of gum, a fountain pen (Mom always had honest-to-goodness fountain pens,) something fresh to write on. Sometimes I'd accept the item with relief, grateful for a new distraction, and sometimes I'd take it and think, "Surely you've got something more entertaining in that bag of yours. I'm dyin' here!"