There’s just something about a mother’s eyes

"The chicken needs a bit more salt," I advised as I handed over the brown paper sack stuffed with the makings of a taco dinner. She took the bag, this perfect stranger, and looked back at me with her crystal-clear Lake Louise eyes. "The procedure worked," she sob-spoke back to me. And I saw it

What every mom needs to hear from the pulpit on Mother’s Day

Dear pastors on the day before Mother's Day, No doubt you've just about finished up your sermon by now. Perhaps you are applying the final touches to your message, creating the slides to pass off to your tech team, or figuring out which mothers you'll have stand to be recognized (oldest mother, newest mother, etc.)