I don’t know that I have new words to write, or to speak, on a day like this. This week has been a bit brutal emotionally. Maybe the snow and the ice has given me a little too much time to think. But today, I find myself revisiting things I have written in the past about my mom… watching videos… remembering. My hope: that the tears would produce more tenderness in me as a pastor. Pray for me in that way.

Here are blog posts from a couple of years ago that give you more insight into my mom, Joye Russell.

My Mom Taught Me (Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Here is her obituary.