A Mother’s Love is Priceless

There is always a person in your life that you know you can count on. That person is the one that gave you life and loves you unconditionally. A mother’s love is priceless and will always exist. Their care and love is like a beautiful rose, but a rose that is unable to die. Nothing overpowers the warmth that isolates you when a mother’s hug is received. They are there in your happy moments, but most importantly in your saddest to give sunshine to your rainy eyes…

My mother is the strongest person I know. She has been through so much, yet she was able to raise and educate her children as well as she did. Working hard and making sure that none of her children were missing anything was her number one priority. The stress of being a single mother made her love for us much stronger.

I believe that the separation gave my mother more hope and confidence. She knew how much my siblings and I were suffering, but she cured us with her love. She is the one who keeps the house running and under control. Even though it may seem to her that we take her love for granted, I can assure her that it can’t be… a mother’s love is priceless.

Christmas Day

I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. 

Instead of being a time of unusual behavior, Christmas is perhaps the only time in the year when people can obey their natural impulses and express their true sentiments without feeling self-conscious and, perhaps, foolish. Christmas, in short, is about the only chance a man has to be himself. 

I sometimes think we expect too much of Christmas Day. We try to crowd into it the long arrears of kindliness and humanity of the whole year. As for me, I like to take my Christmas a little at a time, all through the year. And thus I drift along into the holidays — let them overtake me unexpectedly — waking up some fine morning and suddenly saying to myself: "Why, this is Christmas Day!

Music helps me connect to God

Music is a great gift from God. Personally, I believe that all music in and of itself is amoral, meaning neither good nor bad. What matters is the message in the music. If you call yourself a Christian you should follow Christ. Jesus has changed your heart to desire Him. You shout over what you’re passionate about, so shout for Jesus, whatever the music form. Clap, sing and head bang to sing and shout to old hymns…but be passionate, not for the music, but for Jesus.

Music is something that touches your soul and makes you enjoy some aspect of your connectedness to creation. We all have deep within us a spot that can be reached by the beauty of nature, music, art, poetry, etc. I would say though that if the music has a negative pattern of vile or reprobate speech that it’s not something we should embrace. Scriptures tell us to dwell on that which is lovely, pure and righteous so we can’t be dwelling on words that are violent or caustic. A mind can’t hold two dominate thoughts at the same time and what we listen to does matter to our subconscious mind as well as our conscious mind.

How Can I Be The Best Mother?

They say that a mother is only as happy as her least happy child. As a mother, you live, breathe, and sacrifice for the well-being of your children. Seeing them succeed is the best thing in the world, and watching them falter is gut-wrenching. The important thing to remember is that the love you invest in your children absolutely makes a difference, even if you don't see it bear fruit at first.

• Stay true to yourself. You don't have to give up your own passions and interests once you become a mom
• Don't be a martyr
• Don't try to be perfect
• Ditch the guilt
• Be Patient
• Listen to your children
• Be their mom, not their friend
• Teach them simplicity

Happy Life

Are you truly happy? Do you even know what it means to be happy and what it takes to achieve happiness? These are important questions for anyone who is seeking happiness to ask themselves. I live my life to maintain my own happiness while trying my best to not cause unhappiness to anyone else. If you want to be happy you need to understand that you can be happy and that you should be happy. Many people make the mistake of believing that they don’t deserve happiness and accept their unhappy state as their destiny. The truth of the matter is that happiness, like anything else in life, needs to be nurtured.

 Happiness is hard to define but most people are aware of whether they are happy or not. Many people believe that happiness is a form of luck and that some people are destined to be happy while others are destined to be unhappy. I try to incorporate the tips above into my life and have had great success in achieving happiness.

Life Is a Precious Gift

I believe that every single day of life is a precious gift and should be lived to the fullest extent possible. It did, however, take me 34 years to arrive at this conclusion. Up until that time I was afraid to live. I was afraid to speak up or share my opinions, hopes, fears, or (God-forbid) beliefs to anyone.

While it was always difficult for me to express my voice, I certainly had one. I felt a deep, internal passion for all aspects of life. Yet I was afraid to let it shine through. Instead I just wanted to blend in and not be recognized as different or distinct. I wanted to be the background of life’s tapestry – I preferred to let others fabricate the bold, creative, and unique design on top.

Sometimes to live fully means allowing the tears to stream down my face when I experience pain or sadness. At other times my smiles and laughter express the shear abundance of happiness in my life. I welcome all of these feelings, emotions and experiences. I recognize that my life is enhanced by the good and challenging experiences alike, as long as they are received as opportunities to learn and grow in response to them.

I now readily offer my opinions, hopes, fears, and (most of all) beliefs to anyone who will listen. I recognize that every person (myself included) equally imprints their own, bold, creative, and unique design to the tapestry. The background, which I mistakenly thought was my contribution, is actually the thread that ties us all together making equal space for everyone’s individual beliefs to be proudly displayed. This spacious, encompassing, integral background is what holds life’s tapestry together where my voice is expressed and heard just the same as everyone else’s. Recognizing that, I now awaken each morning ready to embrace what the day has to offer me and I allow the passion I feel in each moment to shine through.