Mother Dearest

All the preparation during the week has been for this moment. I had to go to Pretoria to pick up my mother dearest who only coming up for a few days because her brother, Ronnie, had passed away. This is the same brother that I took down a few years back to say goodbye to his mother, my gran, just before she went to heaven. I think I will have to look for that story of that trip down, which I think is in my other blog which I hardly use, but it is an awesome story of how God spoke to me in an audible voice once upon a time. Maybe tomorrow, I should put a link to that story.