Jack of Harts

My mom had collected sixteen 30-quart flat boxes full of Christian romance novels by the time she died. That is hundreds of books all told, and most places were not interested in having more than a few of them. So I have been looking for a good home for the entire collection for a while. I finally found one. A Christian bookstore in a church that uses the proceeds to support missions. And mom graduated from a missionary college, so her legacy will go into supporting exactly what she always wanted to be. I delivered four boxes on Friday and they were happy to receive them. I told them I had sixteen total and the lady nodded and said that I should bring four more the following Friday, so her girls would have time to sort through this bonanza of books. I also had some bags of mom’s shoes in the back, preparing to take them to Salvation Army, and she told me that the church was running a shoe drive at the moment. So she happily took them as well. My mom would love it.