By Angela Wittman Chris and Matt - my boys. Love, Mom This winter season is proving to be a time of reflection and while I understand the need to occasionally take stock of one's life and review the past, the time spent before I became a follower of Christ holds regret. As a mother I fondly remember my sons as little boys who would pick their mommy dandelions and proclaim they wanted to marry someone like me. But, even those memories are tinged with regret as I didn't raise my sons in church, nor did I teach them about Jesus Christ. So, for me the past is bittersweet and yet, I see the good Lord's grace and care of me and my loved ones even when I did not know Him. I can remember wanting to pray, but not knowing how to or if the Lord would hear my prayers. I had been baptized as a teenager, but fell away from the church and didn't understand how I could be forgiven of my sins. I thought I needed to "clean myself up" before I could even attend church, much less
"Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised." Prov. 30:31 KJV