Post by Chaplain Elizabeth on Feb 27, 2015 18:34:06 GMT -5
You were my mother and my friend, which was unusual. Somehow our characters still blend: Your wisdom and my will. I turned, and you were there for me; I spoke, you understood. I felt cared for, but also free; You loved, and I was good. I'm fortunate that I was born to someone just like you; I love you still. Though you are gone, You live in what I do.
Tears to my eyes darling. I feel your pain and so much would have loved to met her. I have a feeling though I see a part of her everyday that I look into your eyes. She was blessed as well to have you as a daughter. You will meet again.
But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible.