Today is my mother's birthday and even though her gentle touch and sweet smile are the same, her mind is slowly drifting to another place.
Why would I so often cringe when people would tell me through the years that I was like her?
Why is it that I now want to know all those things that she tried to tell me and I didn't listen?
Why won't she tell me how she made it through those tough times in life with such grace?
I hang my head and a tear drops....please mom, I need to know.
Just then I hear a sweet sweet sound coming from my mother..She is singing praises to her Lord. It is then I realize that not only is she giving me her secret to a happy life but she has shared it with me everyday that I can remember.
I leave my mother today singing to my Lord.