Mother's Love....

Hi..
A tribute to all mothers & a reminder to appreciate our mothers and all mothers we know.
Our mother's tender love covered us as a child.
Though we grow up they still see us as little kids.
They love us all the same...
Remember moments like this?
Doing thing together?

Reading out a story to you??

Tucking you in bed??

And..They never quit praying for us!!



Praise God for mom and dads too!!
YSIC,
Julia
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The Love of a Mother
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Mother's love is something
that no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain

It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away

It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking

It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems

It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation

A many splendor miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender guiding hand.
Author Unknown

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1 Corinthians 13 For Mothers..

Psalm 139:13
"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb."
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( 1 Corinthians 13 For Mothers...)
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AUTHOR UNKNOWN

If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place, but have not love,
I am a housekeeper not a homemaker.

If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements,but have not love,
my children learn cleanliness not godliness.

If I scream at my children for every infraction,
and fault them for every mess they make,
but have not love,
my children become people-pleasers not obedient children.

Love leaves the dust in search of a child’s laugh.
Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints
on a newly cleaned window.
Love wipes away the tears before
it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.

Love accepts the fact that I am the ever-present “mommy,”
~the taxi-driver to every childhood event,
~the counsellor when my children fail or are hurt.

Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, and runs with the child,
then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.

Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection.
Now I glory in God’s perfection of my child.

All the projections I had for my house and my children
have faded away into insignificance,
And what remain are the memories of my kids.

Now there abides in my home scratches
on most of the furniture,
dishes with missing place settings,
and bedroom walls full of stickers, posters and markings,
But the greatest of all is the Love
that permeates my relationships with my children.
" A mother's heart is a child's schoolroom."