Remembering my mother, Cora Sue Wishard On Mother's Day 2015

Heavenly Sunlight Flooding My Soul With Glory Divine Most Sunday mornings as I was growing up mother was making breakfast of fried eggs, fried bacon with biscuits and gravy. If we had ham we sometimes had what she called "red gravy". If there were no biscuits there would be toast and jelly to go with the eggs and bacon. Sometimes there was a change and we had scrambled eggs and sausage. She would be standing the whole time as I remember it. While cooking, washing the dishes and cleaning up she was humming a song called, "Heavenly Sunlight." After breakfast she would read her worn out Bible. It was crinkled up the last ten years of her life because she left it out on the porch where she was reading and it got rained on. I cannot remember a day when she didn't read her Bible. She wrote a short note every day of her life of what happened and often included the weather and how many eggs she gathered. It seemed ...