With all the joys that come with this Sunday, I know there are just as many hearts with wounds salted deep by the imposition of this day. There are souls aching for mothers passed on, tears spilled over empty wombs, and pangs of grief from arms where a child last slept.
On this day of thankfulness for what God gave us in motherhood, may joy flow in each embrace of your little ones; may hope soar to each waiting cradle, and peace blanket each knee bent graveside.
|Me and my Mom|
|You made me a mommy|
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