The Wisdom To Know The Difference

Four years ago, my husband and I moved my mother from the suburbs of Detroit to Florida, not only so we could be closer, but also because I thought the sunshiny climate would be good for her. I was so elated by the events leading up to the move that I wrote a story for the Grapevine. At that time, I spoke of the miraculous inner healing and forgiveness between myself and my mom as I took the microscope off her and started to focus on me. When the story was published, I was amazed and touched to see the responses of people in the meetings. Just recently, I began to sense that it was time to take pen to paper again. The only problem was that I did not know what I was supposed to write about.