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The Joy of Having a Mother Like My Mother



No one could have ever imagined the greatest friend to me would be someone within my own family.
However, it is so true that Mom was the dearest friend I ever had!!!
Jesus allowed me to be born within this family of having a great set of parents and their unfeigned love for me far exceeds all I could have given them.
Jesus is to be praised for allowing this to happen for my brothers and myself.
It is through His mercy we had the parents we had and how much love we had which remains to be innate within me if not for my brother.
I am my own person and have been for years but in addition to this I am most thankful for my parents who loved me and did me well.
I hope your parents were of equal to mine for there is none better than what God gave to my brothers and myself.
Money was never an issue of how much my parents loved us.
It was the love and the times of correction they gave us to show their love.
Mom said I'd would someday understand now I do.
There is nothing like a mother's love for her children.
It was true with Mom and it is possibly innate within your's as well.
Revere your mother and call her Blessed as the Scriptures said to do.
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