Every year, the ladies of our church host a tea the week before Mother’s Day. It is a special tradition that brings everyone together for fellowship, a shared meal and a message that always leaves us with something to carry home. This year, however, the message began before our guest speaker ever stepped inside the church. On the Wednesday before Saturday’s tea, our scheduled speaker called our music director and told him she had been diagnosed with pneumonia. She was extremely ill and would not be able to come. He called me right away, but before I could worry, he...