It's Mother's Day.  My mom and my mother in law reside with the King of all Kings.  And the one who made me a mom lives there too.  And I want to cry.  I want to scream and throw a tantrum.  It's just not fair.  I miss my son.  I miss my mom.  I miss my mother in law.  I have much material for a pity party.  A real "whoa is me bash." What good is that?  What is being accomplished? Jesus himself had much to complain about.  He was spit on, bruised and crucified as a common criminal.  Yet not once did he utter ... View Post