When you and I were in our mother’s wombs – we were sensitive to everything she did. What she ate, we ate. 1,110 more words
Grace and peace to you in the name of our risen Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.
The eternal light brings me back to another story I’ve heard, about a mother who light in a candle in her window when her son went off to war, so that whenever he came back, at whatever hour of the day or night, he would see the light burning in the window and find his way home. 1,647 more words