16/10/2026
Oct 30 & oct 31...
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****MAMA****
There are women, and then there is Mama — my mother, my world, my sweet Mama.
If I had a thousand tongues, they would not be enough to describe who you were to me. You were energy itself. Even when your body should have rested, your spirit kept working. You never sat idle. Your hands were always busy, your heart was always giving, and your feet never tired of doing good for your children and for everyone around you.
Mama, you were prayer personified. While we slept, you knelt. While we worried, you prayed. You soaked our names, our future, and our home in prayer. It was your prayers that covered us, kept us, and lifted us. You did not just teach us to pray, you showed us how to live a praying life. Your Bible was worn, your knees were strong, and your altar never lacked fire.
You were hardworking to a fault. You gave your all so we could become all. You denied yourself comfort so we could wear joy. You labored not for applause, but out of love — pure, sacrificial, endless love.
Your laughter was medicine, your counsel was wisdom, your love was home. You were compassionate to all, excellent in all you did, graceful even in pain.
Sweet Mama, though your voice is silent here, it still echoes in my heart. Though your hands no longer hold mine, your legacy holds me up every day.
I miss you beyond words, Mama. I love you beyond time. Rest on, my energetic, prayerful, hardworking, sweet Mama — until we meet at the feet of Jesus where we will part no more....
