Rea Unique

Returning from my mother’s funeral, I went up to her bedroom to have a private conversation with God. I closed my eyes…hoping it was a dream, praying that she would repeat the words that I long to hear, dying to see her smile. Suddenly a chill came over me. I never questioned my mother as to why she always told me to use the talents that I was blessed with or God would give them to someone else. I began to read through her papers, only to realize she died a very talented woman. I asked God to use me. I am truly blessed.