That's what my Aunt Margaret would ask me in the morning after I had spent the night at her house with my cousin Kathy. I would smile a confused smile, not sure what to say and finally answer "Pancakes!" She would then proceed to say, "But we don't have any pancakes.; We do have pancakes though. Would you like that?" I couldn't win! Of course she eventually fed us breakfast and Kathy, and I would move on to pretending to be super sleuths (we had a secret motto that I still know to this day) or mad scientists, mixing up nasty concoctions with anything we could find in the kitchen cabinets...only to then freeze our creation.
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| Kathy and me taste-testing a homemade batch of fudge - we started young! |
As I was doing pilates this morning, the instructor was reminding us to breathe deeply. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Over and over. Deep, fulfilling breaths. It seemed so easy to me, and I couldn't help but think of my Aunt Margaret each and every time. Oh, how I wished I could breathe for her this morning. Breath was all she needed but couldn't conjure up on her own. And I was reminded that neither could I. Only by God's grace do we take another breath. Only by His provision do our hearts keep on beating. We are so frail.
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| From left to right: My mom, Victoria and Aunt Margaret |
My Aunt Margaret left us this morning and went on to meet Jesus. I know it was hard for her to go and be let go but she's seen the face of the One who sustained her breath all these years. I can only imagine!
I'm sad she won't get to meet our daughter. Aunt Margaret was excited at the news of it all last spring. There will be another place and time for their introductions. Until then, I miss you Aunt Margaret! And just for fun, I'll be sure to ask my daughter, "Would you like pancakes or pancakes?"