Mothers have a peculiar strength.
She endures childbirth, carrys heavy burdens, and perseveres through the storms of life. Truly, the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
Yet, deeply within the reservoir of her strength lies tender sensitivity.
Mothers cry.
Silently.
Privately.
Her tears washes away the residue of concerns.
It’s God’s way.
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