Here's to all the moms, that special breed who sets aside their own wants and desires to make a home for their children. Who doctor booboos, who help with homework, who encourage and discipline and love with their whole hearts. Who only want to do their best.
Here's to the moms who raise children by opening their doors and hearts to the unwanted. The girl children of China, the abandoned babies in Europe, and those whose birth mothers simply didn't have the resources to keep and care for their children.
Bless the moms who give their children up so they can be loved by another.
Here's to the grandmas who raise a second generation, their own children having fallen on hard times. There are countless AIDS orphans in Africa being raised by grandmothers who take in many who would be lost.
Bless the moms in all their forms who go hungry so their children eat. May they find prosperity.
Bless the moms who have to work today.
Lord, bless and strengthen the moms who are fighting addictions so they may get their children back.
Here's to the foster moms who welcome children at risk for a season or a lifetime.
Here's to aunts or cousins or sisters who become moms by default or loss.
Lastly, here's to the greatest mother of all, a virgin who brought the Son of God into this world only to see Him taken and sacrificed for the good of all mankind.
"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men!" Lk 2:14
The Black River is a journey in faith. It delves into an exploration of life: from the calm, clear waters of the good days, the mundane, to the swirling eddies and deep waters of issues that face every one of us. Thank you for visiting this site. You can contact me personally at: godandtheblackriver@gmail.com
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