Cradle,life, Heaven still tenderly gaze



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As a child I know I was a huge challenge for my mother. No matter how many times I would create drama and put myself in comprimising situations she always had the same tender gaze toward me. When I hitchhiked cross country and engaged in drugs she prayed for me every day. I am alive because of her prayers. She saved my life with her prayers. Now that I am grown up and wise I can still sense her love even from Heaven and she is still saving me with the white light of Christ's help.

by Debb in Six-Word Momoirs on May 05, 2010 | add favorite | T-shirt

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