our sacrifice of praise rising as a pleasing fragrance
Don't forget the millions of Moms who are burning in Purgatory. And, of course, folks around here seem to think that there are WAY more dear Mamas being tortured in eternal hellfire than there are enjoying the bliss of Heaven. (Makes you wonder where your own sweet Mother may be....?)
Love the blonde Jesus. (Guess it came from his Mom's side of the family.)
Father, thanks for posting this. It is very meaningful to a lot of us!Mallen
Bee here:gob said: "...And, of course, folks around here seem to think that there are WAY more dear Mamas being tortured in eternal hellfire than there are enjoying the bliss of Heaven. (Makes you wonder where your own sweet Mother may be....?) "I find a deep irony in this. I too find many of my peers bashing their now departed moms for real or imagined failures of character and mothering. Neither my mother or father ever said anything derisive of their own mothers, even though some of their stories about them raised my eyebrows in wondering what sort of mom my grandmothers really were. Yet, both my mother and father spoke only in loving, respectful ways about their mothers.In any case, regardless of what my own mom (who now is departed) did or did not do that upset me as her child, I know she loved me with the deepest love anyone has ever offered to me, and she did all she could to give me the tools I needed to live a successful life and go to heaven when I died. So I am able to overlook her human frailties, because I know her intention was beyond reproach. She did not fail me or God. And I am grateful to God for the particular mother He gave to me. The older I get, the more I am able to see her life though her eyes, and imagine myself in her shoes, wondering what I would have done if presented with the same challenges and life circumstances she was living. When I consider those things, I think she did a superlative job. And I pray she is rewarded for her love of me and our family, and not punished for her failures, because her heart was as big as the world.God bless.Bee
Peace be with you, Bee...and God bless you...and your Mother...and your Grandmother...(and the men of the family too....) A friend of ours once said "Fear not, for I am with you."
Bee, you are living, breathing, walking and writing testimony that between your parents and the Church, and their influence on you, something went really, really right.My parents had their faults but I likewise never heard a bad comment or word from their mouths about their own parents.
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