I call her mom

There is a woman who was created in the very image of God. And in that image is displayed many characteristics that make her unique and beautiful. She is full of unconditional love. She fills a room with joy and fun. She takes the simple and makes it grand. She can bring laughter. She comforts. She stands beside and encourages. She lives in grace and thus gives grace. She believes in second chances and thus not only takes them offers them. She is teachable. She is quirky in a neat away; you know the one that makes you ask her opinion. She knows when a hot bath, warm cup of tea, or a hug is needed. She would sit next to you, stand next to you, stand in for you and hold onto you. She would take the time, the minute, the hour, the day, the years. She is committed. She represents selfishness. She has taught submission. She has exercised endurance. She gets the meaning of patience. She is her heart. She loves. She prays. She experiences Jesus moments. She has been changed inside and out. She knows relationship. She has followed, lead and come back to walk alongside. She has real tears, genuine hugs, and sincere compliments. She has guided, taught and also able to be guided and teachable. She sees others. She has left a legacy. She has made this world a better place.



She has a name.


I call her mom.