I could blog about how I screwed up the combo lock-thing at the gym last week and share a painless but embarrassing tale. But, I’ve thinking about my best friend (she knows who she is). Her mom is not doing well. Suffice it to say: Hospice has been called and prayers have been requested.

My prayer is: “Lord, please take my friend’s mom gently and soon.” Not that I pray for the end of her life, but for the end of her suffering.

My friend and her family, especially her mother, were a blessing at a time in my life when I needed it. When I needed to belong, they made me feel like part of their family. When I started writing, her mom’s response was “It’s good. Write more!” (advice I didn’t appreciate until now). When I started first dating my husband, her mom gave him the parental stamp of approval (and I’ve been happily married for more than a decade :-)). Her mom taught me to look at life sideways sometimes (it’s more fun).

Even though I haven’t seen my friend or her family in years (and yes, she is still my best friend), I share their pain as their mom suffers. So Lord, please make my friend’s mom happy and comfortable, even if it means taking her to your home. She deserves rest and peace.