Through the generations you feel the hand of time. It gently starts you in life and carry's you through. I see her as a young lady touching the new born skin of her baby, holding her hands as the tiny fingers fold around hers. She is holding on for all that there is in this life. As a mother she will see this tiny life grow and learn and before you know it her little one is gone, a grown young lady with babes of her own...
then she fills her life with love and gives all she can...
and now her babes are grown...
and there she is holding onto the next generation...
celebrating the distance of years between them
... feeling the hand of time
knowing that she is in the presence of the Almighty God.
And she remembers His promise of eternal life
... she knows that this is only the beginning
and yet she feels the memories of years gone by.
Her hand touches the face of God as she looks in the eyes of His child.
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