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Our mother’s hands

 


Hello God, it’s me, Mara:

You know, Lord, as Mother’s Day approaches, we remember Mom and her hands which were always busy. They were wrinkled, shriveled and maybe a bit weak having been ‘tools’ she used in her life to reach out, grab hold and embrace life. As our Moms age, their hands became lined and yellowed with age; it happens to all of us.

After our Moms pass on, ‘we’ may spend time with wonderful older women who doled out large ‘servings’ of wisdom, guidance and love, but there’s no substitute for our own special Moms. We especially remember her hands. They accomp...



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