Subject: MOMS
> > >
> > >
> > >This is beautiful-take the time to read it.
> > >
> > >The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long
>way?"
> > she asked.
> > >
> > > And the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old
>before
> > you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."
> > >
> > >But the young mother was happy, and she could not believe that anything
> > could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and
> > gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear
> > streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing
>will
> > ever be lovelier than this."
> > >
> > > Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the
>children
> > shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered
>them
> > with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for
>you
> > are near, and no harm can come."
> > >
> > > And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children
>climbed
> > and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to
>the
> > children, "A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed,
>and
> > when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it
> > without you."
> > >
> > > And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and
>said,
> > "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned
>fortitude
> > in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I have
>given
> > them strength."
> > >
> > > And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds
>of
> > war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled,
> > >
> > >and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light." And the
> > children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it
>guided
> > them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the
>best
> > day of all, for I have shown my children God."
> > >
> > > And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and
>the
> > mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall
>and
> > strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted
>her,
> > for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and
> > beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide.
> > >
> > > And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know
>the
> > end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and
>their
> > children after them."
> > >
> > > And the children said, " You will always walk with us, Mother, even
>when
> > you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she
>went
> > on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see
>her,
> > but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She
>is
>a
> > living presence."
> > >
> > > Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you
>walk
> > down the street, she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered
>socks
> > she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.
> > >
> > >Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every
>tear
> > drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map
>you
> > follow with every step you take. She's your first love and your first
> > heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you.. Not time, not
>space...not
> > even death!
> > >
> > >
> >

John Trevino

beautiful, thanks.

Pax,

Your are truely a blessed Mom!!!

May the Lord continue to show his greatness!!!

MAY YOUR FAMILY BE ENLIGHTEN BY HIS POWER AND LOVE!!!

John Trevino

thank you John. You are a dear friend and brother.