5 results for tag: mothers love

Stretch Marks of a Mother’s Love – Greg Albrecht

The stages of motherhood, as seen from the eyes of her child: Age 4: My mommy can do anything. Age 8: My mommy knows a lot. Age 14: My mom doesn’t know as much as she thinks she does. Age 18: My mother is hopelessly old fashioned—she’s way out-of date. Age 30: Before I make a big decision, I’m going to call my mom. Age 55: She’s gone now. I wonder what my mother would have done when she had this decision to make. Age 70: She’s been gone for a long time now. How I wish I could talk with my mom again and tell her how much I loved and appreciated her. Englishman John Wesley, one of the great patriarchs of the ...

The Mother Side of God – by Greg Albrecht

Friend and Partner Letter from May 2023 We all have an intimate relationship with mothers – we are sons and daughters of mothers and grandchildren of grandmothers. We are husbands whose wives were/are mothers. We are parents of daughters and even granddaughters some of whom are themselves mothers. Breaking news! Remember, you heard it here first!! It’s obvious, I know, but for the record, let’s remember we all had a mother. Some are blessed to still have a living mother… if you do, take advantage of the time you have with her. Many of you are mothers, may you hear and know that you are cherished and loved by your children. Mothers are ...

May 2023

CLICK HERE to read now (PDF Format) Articles: Stretch Marks of a Mother's Love – pg. 1 One Day in May – pg. 2 The Kingdom in a Person – pg. 5 Grieving Nels – pg. 6 Prodigal Sons – pg. 7 Quotes & Connections – pg. 8

May 2022

CLICK HERE to read now (PDF Format) Articles: Closer Than You Know – pg. 1 Reflecting on Grace – pg. 2 Scared Prayers – pg. 5 Memories & Mercies – pg. 7 Quotes & Connections – pg. 8

One in Christ Jesus

By Greg Albrecht— There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.—Galatians 3:28 What exactly is a mother? What is her job description? What does a mother do? There's a story about a man who came home from a long day at work—when he drove into his driveway he saw his three children, still in their pajamas, covered from head to toe in mud, fighting and screaming. He was just too exhausted to deal with it, so he walked right past his kids, through the front door, into a house that was in upheaval. Chaos reigned supreme. The TV was blaring, furniture had been knocked over, dishes ...