On Mother’s Day, Mom always wore a corsage of white roses to church. Used to be that was the custom–if your mother was no longer with you, you wore white flowers; if she was still here, you wore red flowers. That tradition has probably flown, like so many.
I was singularly blessed to have Susie Latty Day as my mother and I’m blessed every day to be the mother of my son Matt, a mother-in-law to Dawn, and Mem to two marvelous grandchildren. I try to follow the example my mother set for me.
I think of Mom every day and thank God for her, but especially on Mother’s Day. There’s a mom-shaped place in the hearts of all children that only Mom can fill. When I read Proverbs 11:16 about a gracious woman, I think of my mother.
Many daughters have done virtuously; but thou excellest them all. Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain; but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. Give her of the friut of her hands, and let her own works praise her in the gates. (Proverbs 31:29-31.
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