Mother

Mon, 13 Apr 1998 08:52:29 CDT (11 lines)

I am perhaps a mother of my children's hearts. True, my forty year
old son doesn't profess to be Christian, a thing that worries me lest
he die before accepting the Savior into his heart. But that heart is a
gentle, caring one, and perhaps if I look past his words about
the religion, the Lord resides there within. My daughter has grown
into a fine adult, giving much of herself in her community
to those in need, accepting Jesus and taking her son to
church. She had been more of a worry than my son in her
early adulthood- a young, quickly-failed marriage after
quitting college, losing her International banking job
when the bank began to fail, taking mediocre part-time jobs in
its place.Then there was her relationship with an
alcoholic older man, and the child out-of-wedlock - because
she wouldn't marry the man until he had been sober for a
year. But he maintained, and they did marry, and things seem
good- he is proving to be a fine father. Both my children
make me proud. I carried the burden of single parenthood
through their adolescence, after their father left. And now
they have given me wonderful grandchildren, and much
happiness. I wake up every morning, and thank God for my
family.

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