One of my nephews - my brother's older son - recently wrote a book about how his religious faith was "activated."
I recently started to read it to my mother.
In the first chapter, he recounts a dream about God, that left him so full of comfort and peace that he was disappointed to wake up.
When I was finished, my mother wanted to hold the book.
I'm looking forward to reading more of the book to her. Even though she doesn't always remember a lot these days, perhaps her grandson's words will pass on some comfort to her as well.
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