MAY 2016-MOTHER DAY EDITION
THEY CALL HER
MOTHER
A MOTHERS CRY FOR HER CHILDREN
mother’s cry is like a supercell thunderstorms moving with the mean wind flow through the layer of the troposphere sounding the alarm. A mother’s cry is like a large earthquake, it’s difficult for her to stand up as her body violently begins to shake A mother’s cry is like open heart surgery where the chest is cut open and surgery is performed on the muscles, valves, or arteries of the heart. Like her spirit and soul are being torn apart. A mother cries you see the pulse of her tears like rivers of waters flowing downstream, echoing the voice of her screams. Her weeping is like nimbus clouds of rains precipitating the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it, the screening test from her pain. A mothers cry can be sad, joyful, sorrowful or a simple sigh, But the boisterous sounds of her cries are heard throughout heaven and God immediately draws nigh. Thank God for creating these mothers.
AUTHOR: KRISTINA R. NELSONOSWRIGHT
I've been fortunate to be truly raised by a village of two wonderful grandmothers in Lynn and Mamie, and I'm lucky enough to have fond memories of my great grandmothers Josephine and Elizabeth (nana). I was blessed with a wonderful Stepmother in Carletha, and even a half dozen aunts that treated me like, little brother, son and nephew depending on what was necessary.
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my mother...man...I'm so lucky.
If you ever wondered what GRACE and POWER is I'll give you her number!!!!
GOD'S AMAZING GRACE 116-YEAR-OLD SUSANNAH MUSHATT JONES
After living through three centuries, Jeralean Tal-
ley, the world's oldest woman, has died at age 116.
Emma Morano (left), 115, sits in her
apartment in Verbania, Italy and Susannah Mushatt Jones, 115, right, is embraced by her niece Lois Judge.
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GOD'S AMAZING GRACE Happy Birthday to the twins Mary and Mael
Doreetha Daniels 99 Year Old Black Woman Fulfills Her dream of graduating from college. Ms. Ida Keeling, 100, holds a record for the 60-meter dash for American women ages 95 to 99.
Agnes Fenton from Englewood, New Jersey is 110 years old. She said when she turned 100, she looked in the mirror and thanked God she was still alive. She drinks three cups of water
GOD'S AMAZING GRACE A woman is celebrating her 107th birthday, according to the EBR Council on Aging.
THIS IS JEFFREY WRIGHT FROM CHICAGO, IL GRANDMOTHER
Norma Sykes, 107, was given a birthday cake and flowers by the council. She was born on July 18, 1908. Here are some of the things that took place that year:January 1, 1908 marked the first time the ball signifying the New Year dropped in Times Square. Ballpark classic "Take me out to the Ball Game" was registered for copyright, and The First Mother's Day was observed.
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Our Queens
For many moms and adult children out there,
It might come with
this day is a stark unso-
choking regret for a
For many people that
licited reminder of what
relationship that has
means flowers and
was but no longer is, or
been horribly severed.
handmade cards and
it is a heavy holiday of
brunches and hugs and
mourning what never
It might be a day of
laughter. It means cele-
was at all.
looking around at oth-
Today is Mother’s Day.
er mothers and other
bration and gratitude
and rejoicing. But for some it just
Consider this a love letter to you who are
struggling today; you whose Mother’s Day experience might be rather bittersweet— or perhaps only bitter. This is consent to feel fully the contents of your own heart without censorship. If you are hurting;
This day might bring with it
children, and feeling
the scalding sting of grief
the unwel-
for the empty chair around
come intrusion
May you feel permission to cry, to grieve, to be not alright. May you relieve yourself of the burden of pretending everything is fine or faking stability or concealing the damage.
May you feel not a trace of guilt for any twinge of pain or anger that seizes you today, because it is your right to feel. Above all though, may you find in your very sadness,
See your grief as the terrible tax on
loving people well, and see your unquenched longing for something better as a reminder of the goodness within you that desires a soft place to land. If on this Mother’s Day you are hurting, know that you are not alone.