Thank you for feeding me your good cookin', and thank you for providing me with hugs, love, prayers, and teaching me about God and His Wonderful Ways. Thank you for teaching me about right and wrong, and the consequences of my decisions!
Thank you for your knowing what to say and how to say it, and thank you for providing me with the things I need to get through the day; and thank you for helping me and supporting me whenever I am struggling with my life.
Thank you, Mama, for teaching me about compassion and caring for other people; thank you for reminding me that even though I may have it bad at times there are always others who have it so far worse; and they are the ones who need our help and our prayers!
Thank you for speaking to me about religion and helping me if I don't understand it; and thank you for our church family, and thank you for teaching me about God and all those people from the Bible!
Thank you for not being afraid to act silly once in a while, and thank you for not getting mad at me if I do, and thank you for allowing me to be ME!.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most
to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions,or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.
The friend who can be silent with us
in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of
grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not
healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a
friend who cares.