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I thank God every day that He chose me to be your mom. Moments like these have me seeing pieces of my old prayers, answered, scattered everywhere.

what’s the best that could happen?

everything, in time.

I think of you…every time.

a way in the wilderness.

God’s presence has always been the promise.

calm days, crisp air.

my little gentleman, proudly bringing his sister her toys.

abiding produces fruit.