"Mothers plant seeds toward that harvest every day... seeds of sleepless nights, meals prepared, dishes washed, diapers changed, lessons taught, toys picked up, making holidays special, the filtering of media and books, Sunday mornings looking for the lost shoes, staying up late as the teenage driver is coming home in a snowstorm, overwhelming fatigue... endless prayers sent Heavenward for those we love.
But God knew... He who sees the journey as well as the harvest."
For the first part of this story, mosey on over... here.
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