Glory to God in all things.
You may not have given birth to me but you are my mother. I know as time goes on our bodies start to break down and we aren’t as healthy as we once were. I know becoming grey haired, wrinkled and fragile is all a part of life. I struggle on a daily basis wondering …
God blessed her with me. He knew I needed her and she needed me. She was my grandma, my mother, my best friend… she was a wonderful example of love because she loved Christ. She belonged to Him. I will never forget the moment the words “Mamaw didn’t make it”, echoed through the phone into …
There's a pile of clean laundry piled up on the couch, dirty laundry in floors and baskets throughout the house. Dirty dishes in the sink and trash over flowing in the garbage can. Books, paper and pens lay on the counter and a cutting board from making dinner earlier is prominently displayed on the stove …
P.R. Brooks 