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Years ago I found myself weeping as I sit alone with Mom in a small hospital room. Picking up one of her limp hands, I held it while tracing the purple veins on the back of her hand with my finger. She was comatose, the result of a brain aneurysm. I hated what had happened to her and I hated the thought of living in a world where she was no longer present. I couldn’t help thinking that when she died I would lose the one person who always believed in me. Even when she knew the worst about me she always believed the best!
“Her children arise and call her blessed…Many women do noble things but you surpass them all.”
— Proverbs 31:28-29
Lord Jesus, help me to pass Mother’s spiritual values on to my children and grandchildren. In Your holy name I pray. Amen.