Bobby Winters on the Love of Jesus & the Love of a Mother
wo years ago we moved Momma into a nursing home. She didn’t want to go. She kept asking, hinting, yearning to go home. It was heartbreaking to hear her ask, but it was more heartbreaking when she stopped. She lost names, she lost people, and then she lost home.
We climb the mountain on faith, and then we see the valley on the other side; but when we climb down the hill, we do it on faith again. We can’t remember what we saw, but there is no other direction to go but toward the valley.
Momma taught us, my brother and me, about Jesus. The first song I remember learn . . .
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