To the mothers of this world I nod my head with deep gratefulness--both heartfelt and sincere. There are few words which could ever give thanks worthy of the great love that has been given by so many. I know many beauties in my life have been borne of the sacrifices of her who bore me. Bringing me into this world was the least of my mother's worries, although I left her with a broken tailbone :); the real challenge came in staying by my side, adjuring me to not give up my instruments when my heart was young and weary, the night was long, and the tears were many. :) Precious woman...she could see so much more than I ever could. She knew how very greatly God would use the musical equipping in my life as the years passed. Through her influence, my heart has been fashioned in its inexpressible love for Christ, for I have followed in the steps of one who has loved Him more dearly than many can ever even dream. I only hope that I will, one day, be even the faintest reflection of the woman that my mother has been. May God be praised for His immense grace in having given me a gift so cherished.

"Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband, also, and he praises her: Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all."

So, to those mothers who are beloved, to those who are forsaken, and to those who have reached Heaven long before I ever shall, I commend you for all that you are and ever have been. My life has been made more meaningful by your influence today and by the memories thereof in times past. I call you blessed...