Who can find a virtuous woman? Her price is far above
rubies... Her children arise up, and call her blessed.
Proverbs 31:10 & 28a
Today would've been another birthday for my mother Rose, but she's in heaven now...
rubies... Her children arise up, and call her blessed.
Proverbs 31:10 & 28a
Today would've been another birthday for my mother Rose, but she's in heaven now...
As I wrote in my journal entry for May 9th, I have been blessed to have six mothers, and Rose is one of them.
She recounted the story to me many times how, more than forty years ago, God placed it upon her heart to keep me in her prayers. I didn't know this, of course, but the day would come for Rose to reach out to me, which she did with a letter. It was twenty-five years ago now when she first introduced herself. We exchanged hundreds of cards and letters and prayer requests since then.
A devout woman who loved Jesus, Rose was old enough to be my actual mother. She became a spiritual mother instead, always encouraging me to stay close to the Lord and never lose my faith. I am a better person because of her. Rose was a gift from my heavenly Father, and I cannot thank Him enough for sending her to me.
Incidentally, Rose, who had become gravely ill, entered heaven on Christmas Eve of last year. It was God's gift to bring her home and end her suffering. "Happy birthday, dear Rose. We will meet again one day."
D.B.
She recounted the story to me many times how, more than forty years ago, God placed it upon her heart to keep me in her prayers. I didn't know this, of course, but the day would come for Rose to reach out to me, which she did with a letter. It was twenty-five years ago now when she first introduced herself. We exchanged hundreds of cards and letters and prayer requests since then.
A devout woman who loved Jesus, Rose was old enough to be my actual mother. She became a spiritual mother instead, always encouraging me to stay close to the Lord and never lose my faith. I am a better person because of her. Rose was a gift from my heavenly Father, and I cannot thank Him enough for sending her to me.
Incidentally, Rose, who had become gravely ill, entered heaven on Christmas Eve of last year. It was God's gift to bring her home and end her suffering. "Happy birthday, dear Rose. We will meet again one day."
D.B.
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