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Reading these stories, you go on to being a mother who is strengthened, encouraged, hopeful, and joyful. Somehow comforted that you're not alone. Stories of Hope and Encouragement for Christian Mothers In the back yard of my childhood home stood a large weeping willow tree. Nearby a small stream meandered its way between our house and barn. My five siblings and I spent many hours under the weeping branches of that willow tree. We played house. We swung on the branches. We climbed up to our seats formed naturally by the willow's trunk and branches. Many of life's lessons were learned in sight of that old weeping willow. Back then, playing house seemed so simple. My mother affirmed my perception by making mothering look fairly easy and I dreamily imagined myself a never-ruffled mother living happily in a never-gets-dirty house. I have learned so much since those days under the weeping willow. In my Willows by the Water stories you're invited to experience God's faithfulness as I learn the meaning of motherhood. The mountains. The valleys. The deserts. I feel blessed that you, my unknown sister in the call of motherhood, have chosen to spend your precious mother-time with me. When you're through reading the stories in Willows by the Water, I hope you go on being a mother who is strengthened, encouraged, hopeful and joyful. Somehow comforted that you're not alone.
Reading these stories, you go on to being a mother who is strengthened, encouraged, hopeful, and joyful. Somehow comforted that you're not alone. Stories of Hope and Encouragement for Christian Mothers In the back yard of my childhood home stood a large weeping willow tree. Nearby a small stream meandered its way between our house and barn. My five siblings and I spent many hours under the weeping branches of that willow tree. We played house. We swung on the branches. We climbed up to our seats formed naturally by the willow's trunk and branches. Many of life's lessons were learned in sight of that old weeping willow. Back then, playing house seemed so simple. My mother affirmed my perception by making mothering look fairly easy and I dreamily imagined myself a never-ruffled mother living happily in a never-gets-dirty house. I have learned so much since those days under the weeping willow. In my Willows by the Water stories you're invited to experience God's faithfulness as I learn the meaning of motherhood. The mountains. The valleys. The deserts. I feel blessed that you, my unknown sister in the call of motherhood, have chosen to spend your precious mother-time with me. When you're through reading the stories in Willows by the Water, I hope you go on being a mother who is strengthened, encouraged, hopeful and joyful. Somehow comforted that you're not alone.
