1 Samuel 2:19 Moreover his mother made him a little coat, and brought it to him from year to year, when she came up with her husband to offer the yearly sacrifice.
So much depends
upon
a little
coat,
a tangible
proof
of a mother's
love.
"Thank you for the coat mother."
"I hope it fits." I spent all year measuring the other boys of the neighborhood, imagining how you must have grown. Are they feeding you enough? Can you grow to your full potential without a mother's care?"
"It always does." I know how much you care, what your sacrifice means.
"'Til next year my son."
"Til next year."
Sunday, June 04, 2006
A little coat
Posted by Tammy at 9:43 AM
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2 comments:
What a wonderful poem. Have you heard the one of Rebekah, She of the water jar?
This is precious... would you mind if I borrow it for my own blog?
I just found your blog from MMW...
Good job so far.
(I'm a cali girl and lived in Texas in a married ward for 8 years. Good luck with your move... you'll love texas).
Hugs
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