From: Mary Zimmerman
On Thursday, March 17, I had an appointment at HyVee for a cholesterol check. No food, no coffee - no energy, so I really appreciated my son giving me a ride as he went to work, thinking walking home would fulfill my responsibility of walking for the day; walking - orders from Don, my son; Matt, my grandson; and Dr. Wilfahrt will be glad too. Okay. I’ll carry some groceries home as well, as they can serve as weights (groceries always come in handy, to eat or give away). Well, after a bite to eat and coffee, of course, I felt I was good to go, but as I neared home I felt a rest was needed. Ready for a Heart Song? I put my groceries down on the sidewalk, my eyes gazed to the left, directly a few steps away I saw a sign that read, Take Time to Smell the Flowers,” with four empty chairs nearby. Well, it wasn’t long till there were only three. I spent the next ten minutes praising and thanking God that He would accommodate me in such a kind way. God is good - all the time - all the time God is good. I borrowed that from a speaker at St. Mary’s yesterday. I hope he doesn’t mind.
My memory doesn’t serve me well for many details of raising my family, etc., but some things just stick out forever. A few more Heart Songs? Thanks. Years ago our youngest daughter, Lynette, was having problems with her pregnancy. Knowing they would have to take the baby early, October 29 was to be the day. A few of us family members gathered at Gundersen Lutheran Medical Center to say welcome to the world, with a prayer on our lips and hope in our hearts. Harley was born, weighing 1 lb. 5 oz. Let me tell you we extended our hope and prayers for quite some time, as she went through many surgeries, blood transfusions, etc. Now Harley is a very lovely 16-year-old, healthy young lady. Thanks be to God.
Then there’s Conner Duane. He was premature as well, weighing in at 4 lb. 1 oz. When I heard he was on the way (prematurely) I contacted every prayer warrior I could think of to pray for his safe arrival. He did arrive safely. When he met his parents for the first time, it was love at first sight. They all cried for joy. Conner put his little hand into his dad’s and they’ve been holding hands ever since. Conner is now 18 months. Recently when he mom picked him up at daycare, he abruptly stopped and folded his hands in front of a picture of a little boy, sick with a heart condition, as Conner and other little children had been gathering to pray. What a sweetheart, we love him so, his name as well.
A couple more occasions that caused my heart to sing - receiving a copy of a letter my 16-year-old granddaughter sent