My Burden is Light:

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(Sample of book from Chapter One)

For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. (Matt. 11:30)

I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty. (John 6:35)

My food is to do the will of him who sent me and to finish his work. (John 4:34)

Sunday evening before the Labor Day holiday: Anna sat on the gray striped couch in the sun room of her  condo reading, a pencil behind her ear against her shoulder cut auburn hair, a notebook to her side, and reference books around her. In her notebook, she wrote ‘Blessed (happy or joyful?) are the poor in spirit – could this also say blessed are the dependent in spirit?’ She looked at a reference book, smiled, and then made further notes. While she worked, she hummed along to a tune she was listening to on her iPod®. The phone rang.

“Call from Mom.” With audio caller ID it always sounded like “mum.”

“Call from Mom.” She grimaced and rolled her eyes and was in no hurry to answer the phone. She was grateful for the warning and time to prepare.

Should I wait and call her back when I feel more like talking? Tomorrow, next week, next month, or—might as well get it over with. She forced a smile to her face as she picked up the phone.

“Hi Mom.”

“Hi honey. You and your brother still coming this weekend?”

“Yes, I think he’s planning to come Saturday night. I’ll come Sunday afternoon. Both of us are planning to take off work Monday to help you with some things around the house and in the yard.” Anna looked at the clock above the fireplace and then her watch.

“Good. I’ll have time to tell you about this new diet I’m on. You should try it.”

What is this, diet number twenty-seven? She’s entering the “keep out zone.” Why do overweight people always seem to want to give weight loss advice, especially Mom? After seven years of dieting, she is still elliptical.

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