My dear, I know God will not give me anything I can’t handle. I just wish that He didn’t trust me so much. I just wish he didn’t put so much on my shoulder, so fast. I can handle it, don’t worry. But sometimes I cry. Why me,” Oh Lord? Why me? This pain that hits me so hard that I lay on the floor cringing, please take it away Lord. This pain that brings no tears to my face because it hurts too deep, please...

My dear, People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered. Love them anyway. If you do good, people may accuse you of selfish motives. Do good anyway. If you are successful, you may win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway. The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. Be honest and transparent anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight....

My dear, Constantly I see people judge one another from afar. I see them make rash, and mostly false, judgements about people they’ve never even met. And by the time the two meet, they no longer have room in their soul to get to know one another. For they’ve already judged that they know the other in their entirety and that the other has nothing in common with them. My dear, don’t do this. Don’t judge people...

My dear, Life is a promise that we will experience all that it has to give. A promise that we shall love, cry, laugh, and eventually die. That we shall not worry about tomorrow, or contemplate too much about yesterday. And that we shall experience today; and all it’s beautiful moments. Falsely yours, Mother...