I have been watching my church’s Sunday services via Livestream each week.
It has been strange not to be at church with my church family.
It has not felt the same.
However, I am so grateful that technology makes this possible.

I am used to getting up and getting dressed for church.
I am not used to going on my morning walk and coming home to go to church.
Often, I was still in my walking clothes and sneakers as I sat with my Bible on my lap.
Many Sundays, I ate mandarin slices from a plate as I listened to the sermon.

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The mother of a girlhood friend died yesterday. This post, first written in 2014, tells of a sleepover at their house. This woman and I reconnected because of these Whispers. I republish this story in memory of her. Mrs. S is now with the LORD. Praise God that we can grieve with HOPE.

Growing up there were only a few opportunities for sleepovers.
There was one that I remember vividly.
The sleepover took place up the street from my house.
It included the neighborhood girls.

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The woman sat behind me at church.
I smiled as I took my seat.
I had never seen her before.
It all started when the worship began.

The woman sang with all her heart.
The woman sang loudly and joyfully.
The woman was exuberant in her worship.
I decided that when the service was over, I would talk to her.

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I watered my plants just like I do every morning.
I am aware of the bird’s nest in one of my hanging basket.
I was startled the day I discovered it.
As I sprayed the water into the pot, a bird flew out.

From that day on, I took special care.
I never had the water level on full force.
It was always a gentle spray.
Sometimes the bird would fly out at the first hint of water; other days I never saw the bird.

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I could not go on my morning walk, since it was raining
I decided to get in the shower earlier than usual.
I decided that I could get my food shopping done earlier in the day.
I am a morning person, so this actually fit better with my natural rhythm.

As I was getting dressed, my daughter sent me a text.
She and my granddaughter were going to be out as well.
She wondered if I wanted to meet them for lunch.
That was an easy, Yes!

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Watching my granddaughter, I am understanding the words of Jesus even more.
Jesus loved the little children.
Jesus wanted the little children to come to Him.
Jesus did not want anyone to hinder them.

Jesus said that we must become like little children.
To our grownup self, that may seem preposterous.
We already grew up, thank you very much!
Why would we ever want to be like little children again?

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I was in the mood to listen to my James Taylor radio station.
I like that station because so many songs from my high school and college years are played.
I am certain that I will know every one.
I can sing along, sometimes out loud, sometimes in my head.

I was enjoying every song that was randomly played.
Isn’t it funny how some songs will bring you right back to a particular time and place?
It is easy to remember what you were doing.
The song actually transports you to a remember when time.

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The card was on the kitchen island.
It was waiting for me when I got downstairs.
I knew by the red envelope, it was a Valentine.
My card to my husband was also on the island from the night before.

I thought he would get downstairs first in the morning.
However, a meeting changed his schedule a bit.
I was downstairs before him.
We each opened our cards at the same time.

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I was looking for something in the attic.
There are really not too many things up there.
We put industrial shelves in the unfinished part of our basement.
Many things are down there instead.

There are still a few bins that belong to some of my children.
There are some boxes of old photographs that belonged to my aunt.
There are empty gift boxes for whenever a present needs to be wrapped.
There are a few larger Christmas decorations that seem to have a home there.

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It happened again.
I was writing something on a piece of paper.
Someone who was watching me write my contact information made a comment.
Oh, she’s a leftie!

The man asked my husband if I was the only left handed person in our family.
My husband told him I was not.
I’m left handed along with two of my children, I added.
Three out of seven of us, I said.

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