As You Grieve, Look for Sacred Moments
Posted on February 23, 2010 - by Harriet Hodgson
After my physician husband completed his tour of duty in Vietnam, the Air Force sent him to a base in Selma, Alabama. He was the commander of the medical group. My husband and I, and our two young daughters, lived in a converted barracks. Each morning, dozens of maids would walk from town – a distance of about four miles – to clean houses on base, and then walk back to Selma. I couldn’t believe it. It was still dark when I heard a voice in the distance. The woman was singing “My Lord What a Morning,” a famous African-American […]
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