Mother’s Day 2013 has been memorable–not because of a costly gift–but because of a letter from my teenage son.
Last night, I told him about the struggles I experienced when he was a baby and how on Mother’s Day 2000, when he was a little over 4-month’s old, I prayed for him, holding him in both my hands up to my God, dedicating him to the All Mighty. I conveyed to him how special he was then and now . . .