For years I have awakened to find my Mother's head bent over her Bible, illuminated by the soft glow of the solitary lamp on the livingroom drum table. As you can see, the wear of the years show on these crinkled and frayed egdges. Nurmerous markinings fleck across the pages notating where God's Spirit of convition or comfort met with her. It is just one tesimony of a diligent and faithful walk with the LORD. It is truly a testimony of God's work of grace in her life.
What a blessed young woman I am to have such a mother!
