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 Pastor Linda Sharing God's Love

Seventeen  Years Ago,My Mama Went Home





Today my soul is at rest
For I shared 33yrs. with the Best
I use to grieve on this day
By the love of my Savior,
I've turned from dismay
I love you Mama but know
...we'll meet again someday
I just wanted to send love
 and for others display
The love of Jesus has made it okay.
Lovingly Your Daughter;Liny  Oct.13,2005

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You never know when someone
may catch a dream from you.

You never know when a little word,
or something you may do
May open up a window
of the mind that seeks the light,
The way you live may not matter at all...
but you never know - it might.

And just in case it could be
that another's life through you,
Might possibly change for the better
with a broader brighter view.

It seems it might be worth a try
at pointing the way to the right,
Of course, it may not matter at all,
but then again it might.

A Mom's Journey

For those who are lucky to still be blessed with your Mom, this is beautiful. For those who aren't, this is even more beautiful.
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked.
And the guide said, "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years.
So she played with her children, she fed them, bathed them, and taught them to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog and do their homework and brush their teeth.

The sun shone on them, and the young mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children  climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there."
So the children climbed, and as they climbed, they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world.  Year after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all...unconditional love.
And when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we could not have done it without you."
The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better
day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their children."
And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers.
One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill, they could see a shining road and golden gates flung open.  And the mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I
know that the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their head held high, and so can their children after them."
And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said, "We cannot see her, but she is with us still.  A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."Your Mother is always with you. She is the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She is the smell of certain foods that you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore. She is the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well. She is your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter, and she is crystallized in every tear drop. A Mother shows every emotion, happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life. She is the place you came from, your first home, and she is the map that you follow with every step you take.  She is your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space, not even death.

  May we never take our Mothers for granted.

 
 
 
God bless You !! Love And Hugs;Linda
  






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