Grace - Art of Giving

Grace - Art of Giving

Mums are generous. They give and don’t expect back. They are always giving their best. Even when it costs them something of themselves. Mums don’t worry about their image as a mum will put her family first.

Mums give and don’t expect. When I was young our traditions were founded upon my mum and dad setting the priorities of the house. There were family activities and events that gave our house things to look forward to. This was our family activity on our birthday. Present giving and opening was big. We knew our family had been thinking of our birthday for weeks, this was a chance to share a bit of special money with giving off gifts.

Mum would like to spend a little more than she needed to. Our family was blessed by a generous mother in the house. Mother would use her creative talents to search for ideas on what you might need. She used her ability to shop and search for items that would bring joy. This made mother happy.

Our family was blessed by Mum’s gifts and her attitude of love through generosity. Her gift of love and tender spirit gave us so much joy. She was special and uniquely made for this role.

Our Mum made us aware that each of our thoughts towards her was unique and special too. This made our heart feel overwhelmed with such a love only mum could give. Our heart was given such a prime and important place in our house. Though we made mistakes our Mum made this call to repent a delight. With love she would seek to restore our heart to a place where we knew she loved us. This made a place of safe and secure love for us to grow up.

Thanks Mum for always loving us.

Love

James

Photo by Arno Smit on Unsplash

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