Love

A mother’s love.  I can imagine it’s one of the strongest forms of love that can be felt by the human heart.  Her children, a blessing from God, are now woven into the fibers of who she is; forever changing life and love as she knew it.  It’s a love so deep that despite what happens, is always still there.  It never fades, never wavers; is full of hope and grace and forgiveness—always. 

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