God looked at all of the women in the world. For my mother, God chose an African-American Girl. Not one with world riches, diamonds or gold. She is rich with loving kindness and a giving soul. She is not a politician, a scientist, or even a preacher. She is not an actor, a model, nor is she a movie star. My mother is real and true... her faith has brought us this far. Her words art not sophisticated like some worldly scholar. Her words are parables from Jesus, whom she chose to follow. So I give God all the honor and glory, for I am truly blessed. When God picked my Mom for me, He knew I needed his best.
Happy Birthday Mom!