Did you think about your mother yesterday?  Whether we have good or bad memories of our mothers (or perhaps a mix), we must admit that without our mothers, we would not be here, would not have found life, would not have tasted the marvels of existence.  If our mother genuinely loved us, so much the better, for we would have learned early on that the world is indeed a good place, and that life is indeed an adventure worth pursuing.  For those for whom the opposite was true, I'm sorry, deeply sorry.  Life was likely not as pretty.  In fact, it may have been inordinately cruel.  And I hope and trust that as you have spun out your life, you have found healing and remedy, that you have found that even if your mother did not seem to love you, other people do.  The world is a good world, a personal world:  love is at its heart.

     The sacrifices a mother makes for her children are immense.  We cannot begin to fathom the breadth or depth of what our mothers do for us.  We also cannot begin to grasp the fact of an existence in which of us, regardless of who we are or what we do, are blessed.  We are all recipients of a life we did not make, a life we had no idea we would live.  Like a good mother, God never forgets those whom he made.
     I'm so thankful for my mother.  My memories of her love makes me realize, over and over, every day, the enduring reality of God.
     Thanks, Mom.