Conversations with God

Hello God, it's me, Mara:

You know, Lord, it was special listening to several teens talk about their visit to a Rest Home, visiting a woman named Violet on Mother's Day. They said she smiled as they stopped in to visit with her. The hot, sticky, midday air came into her little group home unabated, but she didn't complain. Instead, she began wracking her mind for a song to sing. Then a huge smile appeared and she sang, "I am running, skipping, jumping, praising the LORD!" As she sang, she swung her arms back and forth as if she were running. Tears came to those around her, for Violet had no leg...