I got to help my mom take a shower today (the first since her brain surgery).

I didn’t expect it, but it turned out to be such a special blessing to me. It was a real privilege to help my mom wash her hair and her toes…

For so many years, she used to take care of me when I was always sick. (I had chronic sinus problems growing up, until I was healed at 26.)

We were talking about it while I was helping her. It was quite the role reversal. I reminded her that she helped me, and now I am healed and well. Now I get to help her, and soon she will be healed and well.

I can’t explain how special it was to help her. I will always cherish this this experience. I am so glad that she allowed me to help.

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