Guest post: Penny Jordan

As Mother's Day approaches this weekend I am reminded of the beauty in a mother's touch. The Angels ushered my mother to her heavenly home almost two years ago but I can still feel the beauty of her touch. Her touch was always one of love, comfort and reassurance. I remember always looking at her hands. They were soft yet strong. As she grew older, they trembled but were still strong. We always held hands to pray and I could tell that my touch to her had become one of love, comfort and reassurance. God still reminds me of her touch when a gentle breeze touches my face, when the hand of a child touches mine, and when my grown son indulges me while I touch his face all over when I see him just because he understands how much love there is in my touch. There is nothing more beautiful than a mother's touch!


-Penny Jordan