Mama Always ~ L.A. Brown, Author

This morning, I awoke to thoughts of writing this blog...what I would say, how I would say it and what I would try to convey. My loving husband of thirty years apparently had beaten me to it by composing his own letter to me. I fully intended to get up, make my coffee and sit down at my computer and write something inspiring, uplifting and...and...I don't know. I wanted to say that we'd hit a milestone, thirty years of being married. That through the good times, the bad times...the times of tears and laughter, that we'd made it through. And we have. There were times when I know we both ended our day with anger, and frustration, but we never went to sleep without telling each other that we loved the other. We never left the house without saying I love you. That was and still is the rule. Wedded bliss? I'm not sure there is such a thing. I have to admit, I'm stubborn. I don't give up easily, and praise God, neither does Chris. God has gotten us through some

What a profound statement, and yet, such a difficult thing to do. Especially with the climate we here in America are facing. So, so much is going on, politically, socially, economically, even down to each and everyone's personal level, that its so very hard not  to lose heart. I write this because I have more than a few friends who are going through things in their lives that even the strongest are starting to lose heart, and dare I say it, faith. I find myself lifting each and every one of them up daily, praying for an end to the strife, troubles and flat out trials that have come their way. But I am only one person. Daily I lift up a family for healing, provision, favor and mercy. I lay at God's feet another family for unity, clarity and hope. Another family for unconditional love, even in the face of rebellion, but that the love be laced with the realization that morals and respect must be a part of the healing...friends who are facing the loss of loved ones, of their