Mary heard the words of the angel She treasured them in her heart Though a virgin, she would give birth She would mother the Messiah, this was her part. The Spirit overshadowed her and
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Category: Fire Starters
Memories of Mom’s Garden and Her Never-ending Love
Mom’s garden, sown with love… Her love reminds me of a garden; ever lovely, growing, and alive. Born and raised in New York City, the feisty redhead sprang into action the day tulips and daffodils
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Times have changed so much since I was an early elementary school student, dependent on the care of my mom. When I look back on those years, I am amazed at how much I relied
Read moreBeauty from Ashes
I’ll be honest. Mother’s Day hasn’t always been my favorite day. In fact, this particular Sunday in May brought heartache for years—not because I’d suffered the loss of my own mother but because I hadn’t
Read moreDon’t Mess with Mama Bird (A reflection on the soft fierceness of a mother’s love)
In the tree outside my window there is a little nest. On the electrical line that runs not far away there is a giant black bird. This is not a good combination. From the oversized
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What’s that? Yes, there’s a story that goes with the above. If you’re a mom or grandma, I’m pretty sure you’ll relate. …
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Anna Maria Jarvis is the founder of Mother’s Day in America. Her mother always believed there should be a day to commemorate mothers for all their hard work. During her mother’s Sunday school class, she
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I remember it hung on a doorknob. My parents believed in corporal punishment. They thought the Bible taught it, and they believed and practiced the Bible’s teachings as they understood them. They never abused me,
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When you think of a mother’s love, what comes to mind? Kindness. Patience. Gentleness. Goodness. Love. Perhaps, like the poet Strickland Gillian in his poem, “The Reading Mother”, one thing stands out above all
Read moreThe Bravest Words I’ve Ever Uttered
Sick in a Foreign Land “Samantha.” My voice wasn’t even a whisper. “Samantha. Help me.” The door to the bathroom was cracked, but there was no way Samantha could hear my weak cries for help.
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