There is an intangible that a mother brings in to your life, which when gone, cannot be replaced by any means. It is something that lifts a burden by it's very existence when she is near. Sometimes, if you let yourself think about it, sudden, profound sadness sweeps over you as if stricken with illness as a youngster longing for momma's tender caress. God is a father to a fatherless, so I know His character and nature is to fill the voids in the lives of His children. I only wish to be better at capturing that through quiet moments with Him.
Remembering 2/8/97,
Remembering 2/8/97,
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