It was Mothers Day in Georgia in 1970. I had just retired from the Air Force and was in Milledgeville attending Georgia, College.
That Mothers Day Sunday, my family and I were at Molesville Baptist Church waiting for the Preacher to begin when I looked around noticing our 12-year-old son was absent. My wife and I looked at each other with questioning eyes, thinking he was probably outside playing with his friends.
Ten or fifteen minutes later the choir was singing and still no son. Thirty minutes later the preacher was well into his sermon and still no son. I knew in my heart of hearts the only thing wrong was his priorities, which as soon as we came face-to-face again, I would direct him into knowing what was important and what was not important.
"Mother's love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible."
"It's okay if you fall apart sometimes; tacos fall apart and we still love them."
An eighth grade teacher was leading a discussion on the qualifications for being president of the United States.
"God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars."