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Donna's Journal
December 18, 2003

“Wal-Mart is a madhouse, couldn't find anything, all the clerks were busy. I finally found the medicine you needed for Gramma though.”

My daughter dashed in the kitchen door looking wide eyed and mesmerized. Yesterday, she had rushed her grandmother to the emergency room. She dutifully picked up prescriptions of antibiotics and other things the doctor wanted for her Grandmother. She carried in a large case of Ensure food supplement also, as she had been instructed to do at the hospital.

Today,  we were all down in the mouth because of grandmother not feeling well.

It was wonderful to have my daughter do all the things for her grandmother that needed to be done. The taking her to the doctor, picking up her perscriptions and some other things Mother needed to try to make her comfortable.

This girl, now a woman has already gone through the sorrow of loosing first my father, her grandfather, when she was little more than a child.Then she lost her grandfather, my husband's dad. Her other grandmother is in the rest home and she is the one to take time with her.

My mind couldn't help but go back to the time when I was three months pregnant with her. The doctor at that time flatly stated. “Have an abortion. If you don't you will bleed to death on the table.  That was the year of terror, 1975.  Surgery while I was pregnant with her and each time wondering if we could keep the fast growing tumors under control. Still, I would not feel regret at not allowing an abortion. We fought our way through the last surgery, a caesarian, and our beautiful blue eyed baby was born, well and healthy. Dad's blue eyes and dark, dark auburn hair looked to be a possibility with our daughter, and it has been that.

One of the courses she has just finished at the college was taught by a Native American woman who is herself a treasure. She has also instilled in my daughter the appreciation for the elderly. For this I am thankful.

If there is a word we could forget we know it would be, “abortion.”  I thought to myself.

Christ did away with all the old laws and brought us into a new covenant and that was one of love. This man, the son of our God, isn't much talked about during the holiday season. Too bad. The genius of his use of his father's highest intelligence to teach us about love is such a phenomenal thing. It is more perfect than any psychology, religious concept, or teaching. It is true, one day, or one season isn't enough time to get to know the strength and beauty of Christ through just that one word, "love."

None of us know what we will have to endure in the future. And for those who believe having a Creator is dependancy, for my part, it would do them well to go through our sacred scriptures, reading every scripture to deal with that one work, "love."  Maybe then, only then, could a partial understanding of the mysterious of that power be theirs.

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