I absolutely love my mother-in-law, Leona. I wish I had know her mother, too. In honor of Leona’s birthday today, my wife Cheryl posted some thoughts about the history of these two dear women. I never re-post whole blog entries, but I think this one is just too good not to share in toto. Thanks for writing this so well, Cheryl–you too are a terrific example of a woman walking wisely. –Phillip
Today is my mother’s 70th birthday. I love her so much, and I wish the miles between Texas and California didn’t keep us apart—but they do. My mom and I don’t keep in touch by texting, twittering, skyping, or whatever else is out there to make communication more “convenient.” If we can’t be together in person, we take care of it the “old-fashioned” way. We talk on the phone . . . daily.
Although many miles have separated us almost my entire married life, my mother and I have remained close. I am fortunate. I have been blessed with a loving and godly mother each step of the way. My mother was not so fortunate. She had a loving and godly mother also, but their time together was unexpectedly cut short.
On May 18, 1969, my mother turned 27 years old. That same day, my grandmother passed away. She was…
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