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What My Mother Knew That We Didn’t?

How did my mother raise 17 healthy, happy children? And gain so much love and respect from every one of them? And live 60 years of her young life with endless stories of her miraculous life she told her children? “And I remember them….!”

I know it didn’t come from any book, as she was too busy to read. I know it wasn’t from her formal education as she never attended High School. I know it didn’t come from wealth, or fame, as she was never concerned with these things. I know it didn’t come from anything outside herself. Because that didn’t seem to move her at all.

While writing my book I come closer to these facts of life that my mother truly lived. That I became more passionate about her holiness and the Crown of Grace and Glory she wore, that we didn't see "how" was earned, and so well deserved to wear.

I did my homework and searched everywhere looking for the odds that she overcame. And at last, and known from the very beginning, my mothers example of the joy she shown to the world were, without a shadow of doubt, her absolute dependence on God. And her love and service she shown to every one, and everything. As she often told us that nothing is as important about ourselves , other than the joy and privilege of servitude to those who are in front of us. Especially the children. As she’d say, “They can’t speak for themselves.”

And from the seventeen miracles of life which came through her, I know she reached that place to hear Him …while she was with us here. "And , What a known secret to know...!"