There's a preacher named Charles Stanley that's on some of the Biblical channels sometimes - Mom LOVED him. He has a pleasant Southern accent, a warm smile, he's a good speaker (and teacher), and he reminded her of some of her relatives.
While Mama was sick, she bought a few of his books, including one called Charles Stanley's Handbook for Christian Living: Biblical Answers to Life's Tough Questions - his writings really comforted her and helped her through things.

Well she had this particular book sitting on the bathroom counter and... I couldn't stand it. Not the book itself, I mean fine, but... it was the picture on the book. He was ....staring at me. With this smug look on his face. And it made it very difficult for me to properly relieve myself. So I kept turning it over so I couldn't see him (or rather, so he couldn't see me). After a couple days of this, Mom yelled to nobody in particular, "Who keeps turning my book over???" I didn't say anything at first, but later I finally just gave her the whole rundown. She listened with an amused expression, then started giggling and said "...okay." (she had known how hard it was for me to even get dressed in front of my Saving Private Ryan poster at first). But anyway.

I later heard her start laughing and run out of the bathroom, but I thought nothing of it because Dad was home and I figured they'd been talking. I go in the bathroom to take a shower about half an hour later, and there's Mr. Stanley sitting there, staring at me again, with a Post-It note stuck under his chin and Mom's handwriting on it:

Mallory,
Are you nervous?
-Charles