>> Monday, October 3, 2011
When my mother graduated to heaven, I felt the pain to my very soul. More than twenty years have gone by and my eyes still overflow when treasured memories of my mother surface, and usually at the most unexpected moments.
Tears are a language that God understands.Tears of joy, tears of sorrow. In Psalms we are told God collects them all in a bottle. He must have a huge bottle of mine by now.