Mother's Day

It is today and I woke up thinking of my mother. She prayed for her children every day. I remember every time I came home from College she told me that she prayed for me a few times each day, she entrusted me to the hands of God and trusts that all was well with me. She was right. All was well with me. I thank God for my mother who thanked God every day of her 73 years of life for her children, each of us and all of us. Today I have been specifically thinking of how my mother was more like a friend who would hold hands with me every time we walked across the streets. When I was little she held my hand to keep me save from traffic. Her hands were much bigger and stronger than mine. In the last few years her hands were smaller and weaker than mine. When I grew older she still held my hand because I liked it. I always liked my mother holding my hands. The last time I crossed the streets with mother was the last time I was home in Jan. of 2004, I was in my 40's and she in her late 60's- we were holding hands as we chattered crossing the streets. I am not sure why but today I woke up remembering how my mother held my hands all the years she was my mother on earth. One thing I am sure of is that I am grateful to God for my mother. I thank God today for mother's hands holding mine for all those years. What kind of streets are there a head of me to cross I don't know. But I do know that God is holding my hands as my mother did for all those years (... For the Lord holds us by the hand Ps 37:24). God is good, in deed!