Why Mom Didn’t Really Care About Mother’s Day
It was a spiritual act, a practice of humility, a way for my mother to say that even in our humblest choices we can honor God.
Mother’s Day invites us to share our deepest love and appreciation with the woman who made our lives possible.
It was a spiritual act, a practice of humility, a way for my mother to say that even in our humblest choices we can honor God.
God instructs us to honor our mothers; the reward is that we will live well and have a long life.
I suspect God reserves a special kind of power just for mothers. One that transforms them into a force to be reckoned with.
A mother reflects on a tender moment at her son’s wedding and recalls the prayer she has prayed since he was born.
I dropped a ball, and I felt awful about it. My daughter forgave me, and I asked God to help me forgive myself…
Though she dearly missed her departed mother, an unexpected gift from a friend brought her comfort.
Our rock. The glue that binds us. How many of us say that about our moms? They’re not just there for their kids, but for the entire family.
Mother’s Day was always bittersweet for her, but new and unlikely family members eased her burden.
Pasta salad is quick and easy. That’s probably why Mom chose it for my first cooking lesson years ago.
A worried mom is reassured by her collection of heavenly figurines.
I’ve always made sure our various dogs have remembered to give Julee cards on all the necessary occasions. Yes, I know. It’s a silly charade.
Watch our online celebration: A Tribute to Motherhood and share it with the special moms in your life.