BEAUTY OF MOTHER
It was mid-October, and the trees along the Blue Ridge Parkway were ablaze with color. At an overlook, we stood next to a woman who was showing the view to her elderly mother. “Isn’t it wonderful of God to take something just before it dies and make it so beautiful?” the daughter commented as she gazed at some falling leaves. “Wouldn’t it be nice if he did that with people?” the mother mused. The younger woman looked at the stooped, white-haired figure beside her. “Sometimes he does,” she answered so softly that she thought no one heard. B. G. White, Jacksonville, Florida
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