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Displaying 8 out of 23 comments
From: DIVAPAMELA
05/10/2025 17:35:33


**HAVE A GLORIOUS SUNDAY & NEW WEEK**


From: angel777silver
05/10/2025 14:14:09





HAPPY MOTHER DAY ...



“A mother’s wisdom is a sacred gift, passed down through generations.














"Why are you crying?" a little boy asked his Mother.

"Because I'm a Mother," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said.

His mom just hugged him tightly and said, "You never will!"

Later the boy asked his father why Mother seemed to cry for no reason.

"All mothers cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why mothers cry. So he finally put in a call to God.

When he got God on the phone the man asked, "God, why do mothers cry so easily?"

God said, "You see, when I made mothers, they had to be special. I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from their children."

"I gave them a hardiness that allows them to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of their families through sickness and fatigue without complaining."

"I gave them the sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances, even when their child has hurt them very badly. This same sensitivity helps them to make a child's boo-boo feel better, and helps them share a teenagers anxieties and fears."

"I gave them a tear to shed. It's theirs exclusively to use whenever it's needed. It's their only weakness. It's a tear for mankind.




Somebody's Mother


The woman was old and ragged and gray,
And bent with the chill of a winter's day;
The streets were white with a recent snow,
And the woman's feet with age were slow.

At the crowded crossing she waited long,
Jostled aside by the careless throng
Of human beings who passed her by,
Unheeding the glance of her anxious eye.

Down the street with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of 'school let out,'
Come happy boys, like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep;
Past the woman, so old and gray,
Hastened the children on their way.

None offered a helping hand to her,
So weak and timid, afraid to stir,
Lest the carriage wheels or the horses feet
Should trample her down in the slippery street.

At last came out a merry troop
The gayest boy of all the group;
He paused beside her and whispered low,
'I'll help you cross, if you wish to go.'

Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so without hurt or harm
he guided the trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were young and strong;
Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.

'She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged, and poor and slow;
And some one, some time, may lend a hand
To help my mother- you understand?-
If ever she's old and poor and gray,
And her own dear boy so far away.'

'Somebody's mother' bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was: 'God be kind to that noble boy,
Who is somebody's son and pride and joy.


~ Mary Dow Brine






In Native American cultures, mothers are regarded as the keepers of ancestral knowledge. They pass down their wisdom, traditions, and values to ensure the preservation of their heritage.


On this Mother’s Day, let us honor and cherish the Mothers in our lives. Their love, strength, and wisdom are priceless gifts that deserve our gratitude and respect.


From: angel777silver
05/10/2025 14:14:07





HAPPY MOTHER DAY ...



“A mother’s wisdom is a sacred gift, passed down through generations.














"Why are you crying?" a little boy asked his Mother.

"Because I'm a Mother," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said.

His mom just hugged him tightly and said, "You never will!"

Later the boy asked his father why Mother seemed to cry for no reason.

"All mothers cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why mothers cry. So he finally put in a call to God.

When he got God on the phone the man asked, "God, why do mothers cry so easily?"

God said, "You see, when I made mothers, they had to be special. I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from their children."

"I gave them a hardiness that allows them to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of their families through sickness and fatigue without complaining."

"I gave them the sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances, even when their child has hurt them very badly. This same sensitivity helps them to make a child's boo-boo feel better, and helps them share a teenagers anxieties and fears."

"I gave them a tear to shed. It's theirs exclusively to use whenever it's needed. It's their only weakness. It's a tear for mankind.




Somebody's Mother


The woman was old and ragged and gray,
And bent with the chill of a winter's day;
The streets were white with a recent snow,
And the woman's feet with age were slow.

At the crowded crossing she waited long,
Jostled aside by the careless throng
Of human beings who passed her by,
Unheeding the glance of her anxious eye.

Down the street with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of 'school let out,'
Come happy boys, like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep;
Past the woman, so old and gray,
Hastened the children on their way.

None offered a helping hand to her,
So weak and timid, afraid to stir,
Lest the carriage wheels or the horses feet
Should trample her down in the slippery street.

At last came out a merry troop
The gayest boy of all the group;
He paused beside her and whispered low,
'I'll help you cross, if you wish to go.'

Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so without hurt or harm
he guided the trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were young and strong;
Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.

'She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged, and poor and slow;
And some one, some time, may lend a hand
To help my mother- you understand?-
If ever she's old and poor and gray,
And her own dear boy so far away.'

'Somebody's mother' bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was: 'God be kind to that noble boy,
Who is somebody's son and pride and joy.


~ Mary Dow Brine






In Native American cultures, mothers are regarded as the keepers of ancestral knowledge. They pass down their wisdom, traditions, and values to ensure the preservation of their heritage.


On this Mother’s Day, let us honor and cherish the Mothers in our lives. Their love, strength, and wisdom are priceless gifts that deserve our gratitude and respect.


From: carolannekincaid_nativesp
05/10/2025 09:45:40
HAPPY MOTHER DAY ...


“A mother’s wisdom is a sacred gift, passed down through generations.”


In Native American cultures, mothers are regarded as the keepers of ancestral knowledge. They pass down their wisdom, traditions, and values to ensure the preservation of their heritage.


On this Mother’s Day, let us honor and cherish the Native American mothers in our lives. Their love, strength, and wisdom are priceless gifts that deserve our gratitude and respect.


From: DIVAPAMELA
05/04/2025 17:44:23


**HAVE A GOOD MONDAY & NEW WEEK**


From: DIVAPAMELA
05/01/2025 17:50:31


**B:LESSINGS FOR FRIDAY & WEEKEND**DEAR FRIEND**


From: angel777silver
05/01/2025 08:54:05
Finding Inner Peace Midst the New World
To find inner and true peace can be a challenge for more than one reason. Our society is more connected than ever before, but this connection doesn’t always provide the comfort that we crave.

We are constantly bombarded with news updates, social media posts, and instant messaging alerts which perpetuate our feelings of never being “good enough”. At the same time, it can be hard to step away from all of this noise because of how much work needs to get done.

Don't listen when your heart , worn and tired, tells you to give up. Don't give up! Your heart needs a rest and nourishment. In God , there is rest for all who are exhausted; in his promises there is enough food for the weary soul.
Spend your time on this earth loving not judging.
Sending Love and Blessings to all .

UNITED WE STAND
There's nowhere in the world that I would rather be
And there's nothing in the world that I would rather see
For united we stand
Divided we fall
And if our backs should ever be against  the wall
we will be together 


From: carolannekincaid_nativesp
05/01/2025 08:33:48
Nothing of great value has ever be attained without
a great battle, Do not let adversity rob  you of life's
riches yet to be discovered.. Let faith. hope, and love be your constant companions and fill your soul with encouragement. You are awesome my friend .Love and Blessings 



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